Truth. There is Caught Off Guard. It is Literary Orphans and it is stellar line-up. So many thanks to the Mike Joyce and the whole Orphans crew for that. It is also Four Fathers excerpt. Which is nice. Excerpt? Word.
"There is a flash of red hair like fire, or cinnamon, and it shakes
you out of the world you were completely lost in just moments before.
You are writing, well, you were writing.
It is Sunday morning, the children are asleep, and so this is when it must be done.
It is peaceful, the sunlight forcing its way through the cracks in
the blinds, the dust jumping from sunbeam to sunbeam, the occasional car
on the streets below, or the flush of a toilet somewhere in the
building, the only sounds permeating the otherwise quiet room.
Still, it has to end, it always does. Someone has to wake-up. Lately
it has been the little one, the one who sleeps in long T-shirts and tiny
briefs, the Angry Birds displayed across his behind.
He is like a donut, his caramel skin so soft to the touch, and you want to consume him, always, and endlessly.
He drifts out into the living room like a small wave, and as he arrives one part of the day ends, and another begins.
Today is different though."