January 23/365

“….I’m betting you concentrate when you’re climbing the stairs just to make that leg keep up with the other one.”

Nann walked over to the sink and looked out over the back yard. “When your mama fell the first time, right there under the clothesline, she was hanging out a load of your diapers. My bit of a girl.”

Mary Margaret felt the long pause push against her chest.

“Have you seen a doctor?”

“Drink the coffee,” Mary Margaret thought. “Breathe. Don’t answer. Nothing is set in motion. Nothing certain. Stall. Run away!”

4 thoughts on “January 23/365

  1. Oh, I’m not liking this… (I don’t mean that the way it sounds–I mean I don’t like what is happening to Pog/Mary Margaret).

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