Kathleen Hyland

Marigold Tea

Kait drew herself off the bed and onto the floor, disturbing a stack of magazine cutouts that waited next to a new bottle of clear glue and an empty cardboard box. Reaching back for her phone, she compulsively checked for messages and saw none. Feeling summer’s ennui, and total lack of focus, she ambled downstairs to where Mom and her brother sat at the kitchen table, lost to the world while assembling a Batman puzzle, generally unhelpful to her cause to quell the boredom.