Hidden
by Dawn Watts
The day my father died, I hid in the kitchen. Anyone could find me. My father’s shell still sat in the recliner as it did the day before when he was alive.
Dawn Watts creates poetry and prose. She has been published by Serotonin, Stone of Madness Press, PocketFire Presents, Tealight Press, Mixed Mag, Melbourne Culture Corner and forthcoming in Ligeia Magazine. She lives in Chester Pennsylvania and can be found on Twitter at @wattswritten.