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.
Whoa! Stopped me cold. Great write, Gina!
ReplyDeleteWhoa! Indeed. That was awesome. CHILLING.
ReplyDeleteI love your blog title. I had to read this twice. creepy
ReplyDeleteNow that a lot packed into a small amount of words!
ReplyDeleteI loved the phrase "exhausted nonchalance" -- it makes the piece equally comedic yet creepy!
ReplyDeleteGetting prepared is key . Loved your take on prompt
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