The Tragedy: After Midnight

The Tragedy

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That night after midnight, I heard a commotion outside.

Curious, I crept downstairs, tiptoed across the kitchen, slowly opened the sliding glass door, stepped into the screened in porch and stood in the shadows.

Fifeen feet from the porch they were fighting next to a big elm tree in the back yard while I stood motionless listening to their heated exchanges.

Donna was growling louder and louder, getting more hysterical by the moment sounding like she’d lose control, break through the sound barrier any second and start screaming.

With a forceful guttural sound Deac hissed at her to shut up.

She continued as if she hadn’t heard a word, in greater frenzy, closer still, to completely losing control, when I heard a piercing crack similar to the sound a whip crack or a snapped branch would make.

Things briefly quieted down. Then I heard her whimper. I slowly backed into the kitchen, closed the sliding door and crept back upstairs too afraid to listen further.

With a sense of heightened anxiety, I climbed into bed and hid under the covers where I convinced myself that what I’d heard and seen was ‘normal’ in some adult way.

Of course, I didn’t know at the time I had entered into the world of denial.  But then, what does a 10-year-old kid know about denial?

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Summer Tragedy IV

She said they wanted to clear their heads so they decided to walk around the block. Nobody said a word.  It was so quiet you could hear a croquet ball drop onto the grass.  


June stood next to her husband her arm wrapped around his waist her head against his rib cage.  He was so much bigger than she.  She looked up at him like she wanted to give him a kiss.  He stared down at her, the corners of his mouth turned up with a sullen almost depressed look on his face. 

My dad stood behind my mom his hands on her shoulders kneading the space between her shoulder and neck smiling like nothing happened.  There was tension in the air.  I could feel it, even as a kid.  Within minutes everyone popped back into their old selves and said good bye.  I rode my bike home in the dark.  

That night after midnight, I heard them arguing outside.  The air vibrated with tension.  Their voices dry and rough like two pieces of sand paper rubbed together.  

Curious,  I crept into the kitchen.  I slowly opened the sliding glass door leading into the screened in porch.  Fifteen or twenty feet beyond the porch next to a huge elm tree in the back yard they were having a heated discussion. 

My mom was growling louder and louder, getting more hysterical by the second sounding like she’d lose control, break through the sound barrier and start screaming at my him. 

He whispered loudly … a hissing sound … for her to shut up.  She continued as if she hadn’t heard a word.  She was in a state of frenzy, on the edge of hysteria getting closer to completely losing control at any moment. 

I heard  a smacking sound like a whip cracking.  Things quieted down briefly.  Then I heard her whimpering.  continuing …