Its late and Righty sits at the kitchen table with his head leaning on his hand that held a beer, cold and wet from it being freshly grabbed from the fridge. His elbow shifts a bit as he tries getting comfortable. He seems out of it. Eyes slightly glossy from the alcohol and from holding back tears. It had only been two days since his father passed away, and here he was, drinking and sitting thinking of his now lonely life

He was twenty-nine and divorced with a 6 year old daughter. It had been about a year since Ruby had left him. It still seemed unknown why they divorced, but guesses were that they weren’t happy. Lefty was his little girls name, but he wasn’t too close to her. There were always very little words that they spoke to each other when she stayed at his house. But at least Lefty was in peace at her fathers place, away from the loud laughter of her mom and her moms boyfriend. Though she was bored at her fathers place. Righty noticed and always tried doing something with her but she never seemed to want to talk or do anything with him.

and here he sat, the only creaking wooden chair that cried whenever someone put just a bit of weight on it. Reminded him of how the house really was. Worn-in, small, and isolated from everything else. It’s more functional than decorative… but everything inside still gave off a warm cozy feeling. Was he poor? Maybe but at least he had a roof.. or well a leaky one. The home was surrounded by large open fields and distant tall mountains in view. It was peaceful and nice.

He didn’t like this life. He felt so alone after every time he came back home from dropping off Lefty at her mothers house. He sniffles. It was going to be a long few weeks