Addison was watching TV again, tiny forms racing across the pixels. I felt a gentle laugh from within, one that only showed in my eyes, because in that moment I saw him as he was a decade ago, a bouncy kid absorbed by "Thomas the Tank Engine." There he was, my big teenage little boy.

"Women's Olympic running again?"

He gave a raise of the eye brows and half-grin, "Don't judge me."


Charlie didn't even know why he was watching it. He didn't laugh when he was supposed to, he didn't feel any tension during the drama, he barely followed the plot. He just sat there next to the Oreo packet until to his surprise they were gone. Then he tapped out the crumbs into his palm and threw is head back to inhale them. His eyes rested back on the flickering screen and found that in his brief distraction the commercials had begun. Often he preferred them to the show. They were short, attention grabbing and required no intellectual effort. Once they were over his mind turned to the chips in the cupboard.

By naviddavis, October 22, 2014.

Nestled in her usual chair, cosy with a blanket, glued to the box, eyes almost turning square, sat entranced in a sea of stray popcorn, gormless expression, blank staring face, engrossed, transfixed, goggling, blubbering like a baby, hiding behind hands, peeking through her fingers, face inches from the flickering screen, volume turned up so loud the windows were vibrating, had the subtitles on, old black and white movie, cartoons, laughing wildly with tears streaming down his face, snickering.

By angela, March 15, 2012.