“I don’t have time for this…”
9 to 0 and This is the Final Round.
I’m not like them.
“‘Touch me,’ he said.”
They laughed, ate, and played games, while she stood in the cold, wearing rags, looking in at the family she once had.
Some days I think of her. Others days I don’t…
The child watched his mother, Limp and swinging.