The Final Fight

A young girl sits on the stairs and cries gaping at the round dark circle coiled around her mother's eye. Her father having slapped the puzzled cat is now slouched forward on the sofa. his half full gin swallowed by the shoddy carpet. There's a hole in the bathroom door the size of a fist. She knows the time to leave has come. Frail as parchment; walks slowly up well worn stairs; opens the nightstand drawer Joyfully exploring his loaded gun.