Drop the Poster

“Hurry up, you’re late!”

“I can’t find one of my sneakers!”

“What’re you doing? Jim’s sleeping!”

“But I think it’s in your room!”

“And what the hell are your sneakers doing in my room? Never mind, just don’t wake him up!”

The curtains of the window by the bed were wide open to a dull gray sky and trees sprayed with snow. It didn’t look like the day had just broken, so it couldn’t be that early. However, Jim felt like he’d only slept a couple of hours. He rubbed his face, hearing the muffled voices from the dining room. Silvia’s side of the bed was already cold. She’d been gone for a while.

A twenty-year-old boy, taller than him, stuck his head into Silvia’s bedroom. He saw Jim was awake and flashed an apologetic smile.

“Hi, Jim, sorry,” the boy said in English. He looked down and grinned, crou