Page 28 - Demo

Keller McGowan
November 8th, 2016 Dinner was done.
November Rain
It had been a relatively quiet family gathering; my parents, myself, and my sister Amara were all digesting the most recent news reports. She was twelve, I was only twenty-four hours removed from turning fifteen. My, how quickly can the storm clouds arrive. At six, my youngest sibling Quinn was still blissfully unaware. Mom and Dad opted to keep it that way, allowing them one more night of sleep to imagine living in a country run by a woman. Seeing as Mom had undertaken the herculean task of bringing them upstairs for said night of sleep, Amara and I were left downstairs with Dad. Amara had hardly eaten any of her dinner. Chicken nuggets were usually one of the only things she would eat, but appetite had evaded her. After an unfathomable few moments when the three of us stared off into our own voids, Amara joylessly requested to watch a show in the living room.
“Of course.”
And then there were two.
Dad and I sat together wordlessly for a minute or two. Then, having mustered up some resolve, my father gave a deep sigh and hoisted himself up to complete the night’s dishes. Still then I sat, watching the occasional set of headlights whistle by the county