Still Life

Just blooming, Amaryllis. Hand sanitizer, a bottle of corked Chianti to be returned. A bottle of liqueur - Pomegranate. The sound of my cat eating dry food. In the basement the furnace kicks in, all that dry heat sucking moisture out of everything. In the corner, a dead TV, red curtains through the window, nothing but pitch black. Astounded, I catch a reflection, one tomato left in a bowl in the kitchen.