Smiling, I push through the door calling,
“Kids, I’m home!”
His filthy boots greet me instead.
With exhausted nonchalance, I transfer Chase’s bat from the coat closet to our bedroom.
“So glad you’re here for the holiday, Honey.”
This time I'm prepared.
This time I'm prepared.
6 comments:
Whoa! Stopped me cold. Great write, Gina!
Whoa! Indeed. That was awesome. CHILLING.
I love your blog title. I had to read this twice. creepy
Now that a lot packed into a small amount of words!
I loved the phrase "exhausted nonchalance" -- it makes the piece equally comedic yet creepy!
Getting prepared is key . Loved your take on prompt
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