The duffle bag sat in the corner of the kitchen as Erik sat quietly at the kitchen table. The white trim of the kitchen contrasted the deep green bag making it stick out. Erik’s head was still throbbing from a late night of drinking. Ty’s death is yet another reason to spend another night at the bar.
Ty’s death struck him hard. He held himself, motionless, staring at the corner of the kitchen. He poured himself a bowl of looped cereal and ate it without milk. Once the bowl was finished he stood and walked from the room. It was near noon. Too early to start drinking. Sheri would be home in 2 hours.
Sheri worked for the large hospital in town. The walk was brisk and Erik did enjoy the cold swallow.
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