✮ With Grace ✮
My brothers sank into the saggy sectional in our living room, grumbling at the warped voices bleeding out of the TV. Dad was smoking a cigarette in the corner, the ember pulsing every time he took a drag. I moved the antenna from one surface to another. The reception stayed stubborn. Horizontal bars drifting upwards and downwards like ghostly blinds. I leaned it against the window. The picture…









