Overwatch
A jilted heart, a pink slip, an F grade and an undesirable reflection looked up at the blanket of sequins.
Tag: perspective
Little Big Girl
I remember the days when Mama sang this to me, only to me. My throat was tight when I heard her singing the same song to Alfie, my little brother. He appeared unexpectedly after Mama and Dad went to the hospital one day. I was dropped off at Gram’s place. Her house smelled like naphthalene balls and Nilla wafers.