Monday, October 28, 2013
BriWi's tie this evening is the sedate and snappy suitcoat navy and milk white stripe. Monday mornings were the worst, he thought, as he stuffed brown bags and lunchboxes into backpacks. Re-entry Day. The day when The Machine revved back into life. It always felt like they had fifty kids instead of just four. He stood at the counter and slopped half-and-half into his coffee while he stood guard over breakfast, constantly checking his wristwatch. His wife flitted like a bird from child to child, squirting syrup, doling napkins, pouring juice. They both had a train to catch; they both had meetings; they both were "suits." They both had wanted a career and a family, and now they both wondered why.
Brought to Life by Nance at 11:55 PM