An After Thought, by Angela Bayout...

I realize, I you need the key.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
(think about that, really, you need the key. The key. You know, the key)
 
 
 
 
(But, sir, we lost the key in the fire. You know, The Fire.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
(Oh, man, The Fire. How long ago The Fire was. That was before the war. You know, The War.)
 
 
 
 
 
(What a horrible war. It was tough times then. That's when the flood happened too. You know, The Flood.)
 
 
 
(We lost our favorite wicker rocking chair in that Flood.)
 
(No, that was The Fire. We lost our favorite wicker rocking chair in the Fire.)
 
 
 
 
(No, The Flood.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
(No! It was the Fire. Remember, we used to have it out on the front porch, until it got burnt, and we had nothing on the front porch. We used to sit out there all the time and feel bad when we couldn't anymore. Then, The War started, and Daddy had to go away, you know The War.)
 
 
(Ah, yes, and then Mama didn't want to sit out on the porch anymore anyway because then she felt the man would come with the news that Daddy was dead. You know, The Man.)
 
(And then he did come with news.)
 
(That Daddy was okay, he just lost an arm. You know, An Arm.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
(Yep, Daddy, he lost his arm in The War.)