My forty-two words for Yeah Write’s Gargleblaster Challenge.
The prompt…“Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?”
She sat by me in the auditorium, more hair missing now than present under her scarf.
The lights dimmed.
“Why are we here? You should be…”
“Shh. Our daughters are on stage. This is where I should be.”
I held her hand.
That’s all from the laundry room. Short Nap.