By a Tree, that Became a Table

A tragic revelation of consequences

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That night, my old man stumbled through the house, his words slurred, and his breath a nauseating blend of alcohol and exhaustion.

The sound of the basement door opening crept into my bedroom. Moved by curiosity, I cracked the window open, allowing the humid night air to rush in, fogging the glass without hesitation.

I watched him stagger into the backyard, neglecting to shut the door or put his computer to sleep like he always had — a rare oversight.

His robe’s silhouette danced in the gentle moon lit night breeze.

An anxiousness and nervous nag gripped me as I crawled back into bed. I waited for the sound of the door closing from his return after relieving himself. Instead, maybe tonight he will pass out on the lawn again, destined to wake as a horizontal, spread-eagle makeshift scarecrow, reclaiming the morning.

BANG! A neighbor set off a firework, jolting me from my thought.

Summoning my stealthy courage, I tipped toed down to the basement slider. No sign of dad.

I turn back and quietly approach his computer, unveiling a complex spreadsheet. Rows and columns of numbers in various colors—reds and greens, positives and negatives, incomes and outputs—all under the title “Get Me Out.”

The imitated sound of him returning interrupted my investigation. I jumped back from the screen, stubbing my toe on his chair. I tiptoed back to my room, using my seven-year-old ninja-like finesse.

I drifted off to dreams.

Hours later, I woke to noises in my house that were not common for an early morning. 

Chirps and crackling of two-way radios bounced between my bedroom walls. 

Then, the piercing shriek of mom cut the silence.

I now know; last night…

He lost hope.

By a Tree, that Became a Table: You can find this story in the collection “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the Observer.”

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Ran Kime Writer
Ran Kime, a writer, poet, musician and recluse from New Hampshire, crafts abstract stories, flash fiction & poetry that probe the psyche. His collections include “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the observer” and “Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help”.