Friday, December 28, 2012
The Black Box
I emptied the garbage and saw him pull the pill out of his pocket, open it and dump it into my coffee. Then he added milk. I had moved back to the sink. He turned and said “here’s your coffee”. I watched him leave the kitchen, I dumped it out and got a fresh cup of coffee, turned and there he was, standing in the doorway. Teeth clinched, fists balled up, I thought he was going to hit me. Such anger on his face.