Wendy knocked on her brother’s door twice before letting herself in. He was asleep, sprawled out on his computer desk. He had some impressive hardware, impressive even to someone who knew nothing about computers like her, coming out of the machine that never stopped running.


“Dennis,” she said softly, “I brought some food up for you.”


He began to groggily sit up, rubbing the crusty sleep from out under his eyes. “What’s for dinner?” he asked. She plopped down the plate of steak and potatoes, letting the cooling food on the chipped china plate speak for itself. “Crap,” he mustered. He began to stretch the rust from his bones, and Wendy was again reminded of just how tall he was. Long feet, long legs, long torso, long arms, long neck, long nose… he looked lankier than Shaggy from the Scooby-Doo cartoons they would watch when they were little. Even though he was three years younger than she was, Dennis had been taller than her for six.


“It’s not so bad,” she said, “if you eat it fast, it almost tastes like something.”


He placed his thick-framed glasses on his face and said, “Yeah, something.”


Wendy made her way to the bedroom door, making to leave for her room when Dennis called out, “thanks sis!”


“No problem, big guy. Thinking about going to the water park tomorrow with Ink. Do you want in?”


Dennis paused, Wendy didn’t know this but he hadn’t left the house in a month and a half or his room in two weeks. He hummed in contemplation.


“I’ll buy your ticket.”


A small smile cracked his cold, pale face. “You’ve got a deal,” he said.


Wendy smiled and made her way to her bedroom. She hoped Dennis wouldn’t change his mind, but she would understand if he did. It had all hit him the hardest, and he spent more time in the virtual world of his computer than he did in the real one. Some fun in the sun would be good for him. Wendy kicked on the antique record player, plugged in her headphones and grabbed the book she had been reading off the shelf. Sleep came soon after.


~ by ripgrimey on August 4, 2011.

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