A chair.Or maybe a table.Could also have been that China vase on the corner.
He looked like furniture.
He sat there, his eyes like grey stones staring into nothingness.He felt wasted.
The door opened and a man with too much on his mind walked in."Son?",he almost whispered."Johnny"??
A weak grin came on his face, a flickering candle in a full gale."Yes Pa," he said.
"You doin sugar again huh??Temme son!!"
"No Pa.."weaker still.
"Now you lyin to your ol' pa like that?Temme you lyin' son!"
"No Pa.."voice like a floating dead leaf.
"You wanna talk to me, you open your mouth son!!I am tellin' you...Just...OPEN YOUR MOUTH!!"
With a heavy heart he turned his back to his son and left in a tearful hurry.And then he heard the most awful sound that he had come to hate in the last few years; that laugh.
Ha ha ha...