When My Brother Laughs
3 min readOct 6, 2022
She sat on the kitchen table, her hands landed on her lap, palms facing the ceiling. Her eyes looked straight ahead, past the kitchen into the entrance hall and peered into the freshly punched hole.
The hole seemed to be mocking her with its wide-open mouth and vicious teeth. She could almost see its head thrust backwards in laughter at her shrinking figure, her diminished existence.