"Silhouette enclosing dread"

A Story by Danni Jones

Sober and nonchalant I was ready to enter my cabin. Over a few times I revised my thoughts, each one seemed dreadful and sinister than the other. In the silhouette contained matter invisible to the innocent naked eye, something that could only be perceived by an impious soul.

Six or seven feet away was my gleeful little boy, playing and basking in glory for his soldier destroyed the spaceship while riding a dinosaur. The boy was dressed in round neck red t shirt his grandmother gave him. The sizzling sounds engendered by his grandmothers repulsive meals were piercing loud. The aroma alone got me highs severe enough to forget the lows of morality it brought out.

I remained silent, my son looked at me once, I could sense his expectation to get a rub or peck blossoming. I didn't or maybe I couldn't, it was a long way ahead and I needn't pay heed always.

While climbing the wooden stairs my hands cracked the overhanging unfinished piece of furniture my husband believes to furnished, laying carelessly at the top of the stairs. My hands still hurt from the beating I got last night, the wounds are dull and arms and legs are patched with blue stains.

I opened the door, he was sitting on chair and smoking. A smirk formed proudly over his face but it would soon turn into macabre once he gets to know the reason what cracked his proud furniture.