"Out get I."When hand the let empty so room, his empty when on sitting father, been at came TV, not grey, another dark, beside ON/OFF, his sorry. TV and legs, carpet, cartoon cartoon, the nose still the chest, the I time in just one can. STOP.
"I'm not thirsty," I said.
"Don't worry about it. Just go."
I didn't even have an answering machine. Not yet, anyway. A beep, then Stephen's voice: "What in the VCR?"
PLAY.
"When hand the let empty so room" is a Gysinesque cutup of my story, Bullwinkle's Eyes, and is copyright © 1998-2003 by Tom Hartley.