Tia

The stairs leading up to the door next to the concrete bricks with cracks of grass teasing out of them lead to the doorway A hundred scattered tossed aside shoes and abandoned coats greet me as I open the door without knocking and say HELLO! Wandering in to a cramped room full of books and a hallway leading right, an open living room with too many things to the left Cracked dusty and golden yellow spotted wooden floors lead me into a linoleum kitchen with an alcove where my friends are home schooled upstairs in the attic. Outside the window a trampoline stands idle waiting for bare feet to stretch it again Tia laughs her belly laugh and talks with her coven of mothers from the coop about how much more brilliant her children already are.