Eight Dollars and Change

She did everything the doctor said but lock the upstairs window. She knew that letting the boy sneak in each night made her whole life his prey, but the things he stole kept them connected, mother and son, one leaving one taking.

26 Comments on “Eight Dollars and Change

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  2. The simple structure and language of this made it feel like a confessional. I wouldn’t be surprised if this actually happened/happens. I imagine being willing to open yourself up to your children no matter the cost is a sacrifice many mothers must face. You’ve captured it completely here.

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  3. There is something between a mother and her child – dare I say especially a son – that makes it hard to close that door. Or window. We always want to see the good in them, help them, and have hope. Not necessarily healthy for either side in this case, I guess. There is something beautiful in the way you present this flawed connection.

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  4. I enjoyed this unique take on the prompt. And the last line is just perfect.

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  5. “one leaving one taking”–I love this duality, and the “fruitful ambiguity.”

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