A Place for grace
Mitch returns home to find nothing has changed. His size 4 blue sneakers wait at the ready on the front porch. His toy army jeep, broken with a missing a wheel, lay mid-perch in the red clay of the backyard. Bellows from an accordion escape the seams of the old trailer in the front yard where his alcoholic sister lives. Smoking a pipe in an an overstuffed chair, his father shares intimacies with Richard Nixon. From the kitchen, the strained hum of the refrigerator draws attention to a note pressed under a Piggly Wiggly magnet, "Call Grace". Inside, the shelf lay empty where the gallon of milk would rest. His mother left in nightgown and slippers for the grocery store. It's been 9 years.
The familiar stability of chaos is strangely soothing. In fact, it's good to be home. Mitch's private world of superheroes battling evil forces can command him entirely. Until Grace calls.