A bolt of lightning came from the sky and split the tree, severing me from my mother.
Sitting at the barstools, opposite ends of the table, me in the middle,
both celebrating their 50th birthday.
There were horses out front that I had never noticed before.
A cataclysmic eruption of reality shattered every window in the house.
The beer flowed down their gullets and blood dripped from their temples
but they smiled all the while.
I helped try to fit the shards back in their frames.