One of Those Things

by Robert Walton

It’s one of those things where the beer bottle is suddenly on its side and foam is rolling out over the floor beside the couch like a flood. It’s one of those things where hulking drips of water nail the kitchen sink with heavy one-fingered taps. The clock is pounding on the living room wall and the cloudy sky is humming a tune, soft and off-key. And I’m spread on the couch with a refrigerator buzz and a bathrobe at 8:17am. In my mind, I wake her with lofty opinions about the status of her fidelity. There’s movement inside me and there’s the sense of blazing into the bedroom; instead, I turn to the kitchen, stumbling, seeking a cloth to wipe the foam from her carpet.


Robert Walton lives in Hamilton, Ontario. Visit him here.