Summer Cottage / Sommarösund
On the ground itself, the grass feels weirldy soft, embracing.
Their steps around me loud, determined.
You´re so selfish. One thing I ask you to do.
Dad, wait, we only have one car, I chime in, barefoot after him.
We speed away. The sun sinks low over the long bridge at the Gulf of Finland. We don’t speak.
Take the extra blanket with you, he advises when we arrive home.
On the ride back I call my boyfriend. They had yet another fight. No, dad went home.
I´m stuck here with mom.
Can´t you at least … I begin, mom shuts me off with a shrug.
Do not talk to me about my marriage.
On the ground itself, the grass a little wet already, since the sun has already set.