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The Attic
Michael Groves |
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"A child looking at a house" |
 When I look at the house the first thing I see is the triangle at the top, like a candle, my room in the attic. They had to wait until I could climb the stairs before they gave it to me...
Sometimes I go downstairs if I have a bad dream. I leave Mom and Dad alone and go wake up Grandma. She always makes it better.
Grandma and I always sit on the porch swing before it is time for me to go to bed and she reads me a story. When Mom calls me to go to bed I put my hands over my ears and Grandma laughs.
Sometime I open the little window underneath the triangle in the morning and shout, "Hello World!"
"Someone who has lost a child describing a house"
When I look at the house I see forms, rectangles and squares, and a triangle at the top, like a candle at a Wake.
In sharp focus is the porch swing where I would read her stories. When her mother would shout, "It's time for bed," we would both cover our ears and giggle.
It's been two months since we lost my granddaughter and I've moved into the attic, her room, to give me more space. As I climb the stair to the room, I get dark circles in the center of my eyes; I sit on the bed and look at the window underneath the triangle. I hear her laughter, but I can't see her, she is blocked out from the circles.
Usually the longer you stare at something the sharper it becomes. The longer I stare at the house the more it disappears. |
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