Broken Hallelujah

If today were a man, he'd be a lumberjack. Dressed in greys and blacks. A coarse, curly beard and dirty fingernails---broken laces, dust on his boots. Certainly you can smell him before he comes into view.

I wonder what Steve's day is like today. He's at work and I thought I'd hear from him by now, but I haven't. Skyler went back to school after a long Spring Break. She was ready to see her friends. It's so damn quiet here today. The sound of guilt is deafening.