Walt Jr sat at the kitchen table, a familiar spot, with his head resting in both his hands, elbows resting on the table. It had been a couple of hours since the funeral, but the thoughts were still fresh. The dark, windy morning, which had now cleared to a bright afternoon; the solemn faces all around, looks of subdued grief and regret on their faces, and especially his aunt Marie's face; grief-stricken and accusing.
With his mother at the hospital visiting her friend Ted and his father out running some errands, Walt Jr was left alone in the house with his baby sister Holly, who was sleeping gently in her room.
Walt Jr was about to have another spoon of his favorite cereal when there came a knock at the door. Walt Jr wasn't normally meant to open the door when his parents weren't home, but he was bored and by himself, so he decided to get up and make his way over to the door.
Not bothering to look through the peep hole or window to see who it was, Walt Jr just grabbed a hold of the doorknob and opened the door. His aunt Marie stood there, holding a small wooden box of some sort.
'Aunt Marie, w-w-w-what are you doing here?'
'You fucking murderer…' she said quietly, her stare piercing Walt Jr's soul.
'But, wait, a-a-aunt Marie, I didn't m-m-mean…'
'I'll fucking kill you!' She shouted now, throwing the lid off her wooden box and reaching inside.
Walt Jr started hobbling backwards, but he wasn't fast enough. Marie had now taken her hand out of the box, holding a handful of unique, antique spoons.
'Aunt Marie, w-w-what are you d-d-d-doing?!'
'You bastard!' She yelled before raising her hand and throwing the spoons with massive force. Some of them missed, but some hit, one even impacting with Walt Jr's eye.
He let out a shout of pain before diving for the door, which Marie was now dashing towards. Mere moments before Marie got into the house, Walt Jr grabbed a hold of the door and threw it shut, Marie colliding with the wood and exclaiming in a mixture of anger and pain.
Lying on the floor, Walt Jr panted heavily, waiting for any sound outside to let him know what his aunt was doing. For a while there was nothing, but suddenly police sirens were sounded, and people's shouting voices could be heard.
'Drop the spoons, ma'am! Drop the spoons!'
'Fuck you!' Marie yelled back in response.
Though Walt Jr couldn't see what was happening, he guessed from what he had heard next that his aunt had thrown another handful of spoons, this time at the police officers. More shouting occurred, before the sound of somebody being tackled to the ground could be heard.
'I got her! I got the bitch down!'
'Alright, good, let's get her in handcuffs and in the car and we'll get out of here.'
A minute later car doors were slammed shut, the police sirens were turned off, and the police car rolled off the drive way and headed down the street, before finally fading out of hearing.
Getting up with a groan and an effort, Walt Jr grasped for his crutches. Grabbing onto them, he, with difficulty, hauled himself up from the floor. Letting out a sigh of relief and wiping his forehead, Walt Jr hobbled back over to the kitchen table.
Collapsing into the chair, he regained his composure and reached over for the cereal box. He took a bowl from the kitchen bench, some milk and a spoon, and prepared some cereal. Sitting back down in his chair, he began to eat a late lunch of raisin bran cereal.
He was enjoying a spoon full of the cereal pieces when suddenly he couldn't swallow, and it became stuck in his throat. Letting out a loud cough and choke, he grabbed his throat and tried desperately to spit the cereal piece back out; but he couldn't. The coughing and gagging become worse, until finally he dropped his spoon and crutches onto the floor, his head now lying motionless on the kitchen table. His eyes were wide open, and he had stopped breathing.