Speaking In Silence

Barbeques littered the dingy streets, gatherings of people, so many people, huddled together around fire pits, sitting on cheap plastic chairs and turning their backs to the sagging buildings, using their laughter as blinders to Registration Day.

We used to go a lot, but after my brother, we couldn't find a reason anymore. Barbeques are for happy, whole families.

For the rest of us, the families who got the wrong flip of the coin, they're just a reminder of the life we don't have.