The girls stared across the table at each other. Each clutched a brightly colored piece of paper in dirty fingers. The warden tapped his watch. “Which one’s it gonna be?” Hana watched as her younger sister slowly unfolded her small pink slip. Janey’s face contorted into a silent victorious howl as she shot up from her old chair to take a lap around the room. Hana slumped, defeated. “Ok Hana, let’s go.” “No!” Without thinking, Hana was up and running towards the muddy grass outside. “You’ll never take me alive!”
Her father groaned towards the sky, “It’s just a bath.”
When I was in high school I lived for the Sunday comics. I would grab them and get to cutting much to my mom’s disdain. “But your father hasn’t read the paper yet!” The sports were on the other side and he didn’t watch or care about sports but my chopping the comics out before he had a chance to claim the whole paper as his pissed him off.
I hung them up on an old chest in my room.
He’d occasionally rip them down.
It was a fun dance.
When I moved out years ago the old chest I had most of them hung on was promptly hauled into the attic. Over the years most of the comics have worn away but this one I saved.