Fridays death birthed cider and sodomy and his Indigo brushes blotted a masterpiece of tomorrows regret. Zombie in the dresser mirror, grimacing kindled her. Mascara and concealer painted over lies, beautifully covered In time for tea at Gran's. Mum poured milk on my cheerios, she resembled her cameo. Dad slept sucking his thumb fists furred red, by a white gold wedding band that Grandad wore happily for 49 years.