her heart still exposed
cracked open and still bleeding
still it’s not enough
Thanks to Sadje.
still
Tag: mothers
No! Mad!
Smoke. Strong coffee. The sweet grassy smell of evaporating dew. Birds singing as the sun rose. That delicious sense of freedom. And quiet. Not knowing where she’d be tomorrow. Relishing her role as momma’s “little nomad.”
A tiny but furious voice interrupted her reverie. “No! Mad!”
Shaking off the past, she turned to now. The queen of the “terrible twos” demanded attention. Memory lane would have to wait.
Thanks to Sammi for her prompt (nomad) and the challenge to write a 68 word story. Click here for rules and other takes on the challenge.
Keeping it Real
Mom always hated grandma’s house.
She complained constantly. “It’s like living in a funeral parlor. Flowers everywhere and all that ridiculously ugly gold crap. Hideous!”
Thankfully. Gran refused to change a thing.
Everything was old and kinda tacky but real. That’s what made it special. Her too. She was my safe place. A counter to mom’s incessant need to keep up with whatever was trending while claiming she was “keeping it real.”
So when I came home and found her cradling gran’s favorite gilded roses to her chest. I knew. I’d be keeping it real now. Like it or not.
Written for Friday Fictioners. Thanks for the photo Rochelle.
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Tina Stewart Brakebill 