Goodbye Grandpa…

My grandfather passed away on February 12th, roughly 13 months after my grandmother. Grandma Martha had always been the peacekeeper and the glue that kept everyone together and Grandpa Radford, well, he was a character. In fact, if I had to pick a character that most would know of, it would be Foghorn J. Leghorn, that…

Reality…

I woke up. The single bulb above my bed was off. The window still had bars, paint chipped. The opaque gray glass had two darker gray blobs…again…what were they?…my head hurt so I really didn’t care. The walls; still the color of vomit and scuff-marked. I did notice the faint outline on the wall; for a wall-mounted…

You wake up…

in a  strange room, and slowly realize that you are restrained to a bed, there is a window devoid of drapery, but has bars. You can not see a door, and the only thing in the room besides you is the bed you are on. The room is the color of vomit, pale greenish-yellow, there are scuff marks…