Vignettes

In the corner weighing 200 pounds trying to make myself small to escape notice in the fog of Dad's drunken rage. Waking in darkness seeing in light from the living room Dad's bloody face begging Mom to take blame for the accident. Around the dining room wiping up blood from Mom's broken nose while Dad worries she called the police after she left. Cowering with Mom inside as outside Dad like a mad cowboy rides the bulldozer threatening to destroy the house. At the funeral lacking power to give Dad's life back to him mourning the lose