The Kitchen Table

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It was the heart of the room. The one place where everyone gathered for an hour each evening; the most peaceful hour in his day. The only sounds that could be heard were laughter, excited chatter, the clinking of glasses, the clanging of forks and knives against the plates and of course, the satisfied sighs of full bellies. The sight and aromas of the food on the kitchen table and the accompanying sounds turned the place into some kind of magical land.

He never looked forward to the end of that hour.

Because it would mean heading back to reality. To a place where voices were raised. Fists were drawn. Punches were thrown. A place where he was treated worse than a sewer rat. His own house. Not a home you see because a home is filled with love and warmth. But his house was like his parents. Cold. Bare. Filled with hatred. Towards him and the world.

As he unlocked the door and entered the bleak house with trepidation, his mother’s voice screeched at him.

Been wandering the streets again, have you?”

He muttered something inaudible. Usually the safest response.

You better start packing your stuff” she droned on. “We’re heading off tomorrow. Dad’s finishing the job tonight and not much else left in this shitty town.”

He sighed and walked to his room to commence the familiar routine of moving. His stomach growled loudly and he shoved some stale bread down his throat.

Tomorrow, in the new town, he’d have to find a new kitchen table to view through a new window in order to feel at home.

***Linking up as part of The Writer’s Post Blog Hop 87 which is being hosted by Talya this week***

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

 

6 Comments

  1. Kathy

    July 30, 2013 at 12:28 am

    Amazing how a kitchen table can transform even the most awful of situations.

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  2. Sheela

    July 30, 2013 at 11:39 am

    Loved your story a lot…the travel of emotions through a fully laid out table and an empty stomach was awesome

  3. Vivienne

    July 31, 2013 at 9:37 am

    How could I have missed this post? I loved this short story. You sprung so many surprises in such a short span of time. I really felt sad for the protagonist on reading that last sentence.
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  4. Ashwin

    January 12, 2014 at 7:23 pm

    Loved this excellent piece of work! You write very well 🙂 I would now like to stumble upon all of your works
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    1. Psych Babbler

      January 12, 2014 at 7:30 pm

      Thanks heaps Ashwin! I’m flattered… 🙂

  5. Venice

    October 30, 2015 at 8:52 pm

    Can’t believe I never opened your ‘short stories’ tab all this time. This was a really nice one, loved the way you held the poignancy at the end.
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