My Collection of Short Stories and Poetry

CO2 Poisoning

Moving from my kitchen, i grab each photo of my family and kiss their tiny little faces. Shakily, i place the picture frames back, making them face down on the counter. I walk into my garage, thinking about my grandchildren, my daughter and my late wife. I have been so depressed lately without her here. Even though we never really got alone most of the time but i loved her dearly. Fuckin cancer took her from my grasp. I shut and lock the garage door, shoving a towel at the bottom. I have been thinking about this for days...weeks....months. Adjusting my bow tie and suit jacket, I slick back whats left of my silver gray hair and get into my car. I shut my windows and doors, starting my car. I sit back and lean against the back of the seat, lying it flat as it could go. I fold my wrinkled hands together and close my eyes, waiting for rest to overcome me.