Uncle, satiated, was slumped asleep in
his chair. I threw a holey blanket across
his legs. Aunty and I whispered together.
We spoke silly nonsense. It was like I had
my wonderful fairy godmother back.
Eventually I told Aunty she must rest.
Evening was well established in the sky.
William was becoming restless. It was
time to retire back home. I promised
we’d come across in the morning. Aunty
pecked my cheek like she always did,
and I whispered my goodbyes. The
deadbolt thudded after us. To my ears
it sounded ominous. Outside the night
bloomed with stars. It was so magisterial,
so beautiful. Nothing, I told myself, could
possibly go askew.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

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