prose The GatheringThe Gatheringprose The Gathering11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I've never seen the house this full before. It has been like this since I got up. So many people, and such a morose atmosphere. Strange, but then the house is prone to gatherings.
I wonder if they have enough food.
I shuffle my way toward the kitchen, evading various people from my life. Past and present. It appears someone has had the foresight to provide food for this occasion. My brother, no doubt, the caterer that he is. I reach for a sausage roll, amongst its peers on their communal soggy plate, but a second glance reveals some Cheese and Pineapple on cocktail sticks, so I divert my cause toward the new victim.
A noise distracts me, a dreaded noise from childhood. Those nights spent awake listening to its penetrating shrillness through the paper thin walls. Then, as now, there seemed no reason for this noise, making the wail cut deeper.
Stillness has enveloped the hallway between the kitchen and living room reducing the difficulty of my desired, unnoticed transition.