How the Universe Works
He sat in his chair, in pain, brittle, quiet. He was frowning, and grinding his teeth.
The disease crippled him.
"Dad, you ok?"
He smiled as he took his pill and chased it with a soda struggling to swallow.
"I love you son" he said grinning, with his defeated eyes
 He continued watching television, How the Universe Works.
Tomorrow came too soon.
They found him, soda in hand, with his show on pause as if the stroke was inconvenient.
 
                                                 ­                                                               -A­lexis J. Meighan-