Stinky
Mother entered Ray's room and looked at the mess.
She moved around the room, collecting clothes for the laundry: a T-shirt from the floor, a pair of jeans from the chair, and a pair of stinky socks from the edge of his bed.
She sat down on the chair, taking it all in, wondering if she was doing the right things with Ray. Ever since Kyle left, she had tried many ways to stay close to him, but she felt that Ray kept pushing her away. Maybe it was because she wasn't a man.
Now that Albert was in their lives, she hoped Ray would feel better and eventually open up to him as a father figure. She also realised that Ray had not let go.
Last night, when Ray had the nightmare, she had been worried. She had never seen him drenched in sweat during his sleep before.
Her eyes wandered to the computer table, where Kyle's wooden box sat.
She wondered when Ray had brought the box into his room, and why.
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INKtober #8: Stinky
