Chaos at the Dinner Table
The table went quiet. My dinner felt like a lead weight.
What began as a discussion had escalated into chaos…war. Embarrassed for them and ourselves, we stole a glance around the table. Should we go, was the question on our faces.
I stood first, grabbed some napkins and mopped up the wine. Another straightened the table cloth…righted the glass. They kept yelling. No one asked them to stop.
Did we see ourselves reflected in their chaos? Life could be difficult…relationships weren’t always easy, but…their anger was excessive.
Quietly we left the house. Their yelling followed us down the stairs.
© Virginia Miranda
