the light spills across the kitchen table. it comes from the soft yellow of the oven hood light. it comes from the bulbs above. it comes through the big bay windows through which the setting sun is seen. The periwinkles and pink are overpowered by orange.
“pass the potatoes,” dad asks.
“why is the sky so orange,” chuck asks.
“do you like it?” mom asks. “i found the recipe in the Friday food section this week.
“pass the potatoes,” dad says.
“i’m a fucking moron and i can’t write dialogue,” mom says.
“where the hell did that come from?” chuck asks.
“excuse me,” dad says and backs his chair away from the table.