Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Lines of Communication
It belongs to his uncle. He said we could stay here. It’s only temporary. It’s warm in the kitchen with the stove on. The baby’s fine. She’s with us. We won’t let those people on the porch come in. Don’t worry, Mom.
9 Comments on “Lines of Communication”
Leave a Reply
Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect.
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “The Parish Hall,” on WUWM Lake Effect May 27, 2020
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
Something about the tone has me very much on edge. Would love to dig deeper.
LikeLike
But we do worry, don’t we? This struck a chord in my mom heart! All the warning signs are there!
LikeLike
There’s an awful lot going on in these 42 words, and they’re not even long words! It’s brilliant!
LikeLike
Every word the narrator says made me worry more.
LikeLike
Great writing
LikeLike
I’m worried about those people on the porch.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nicely played, Jan!
LikeLike
It sounds like Mom might have more than a few reasons to worry!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on General Life|Health, Love, Nutrition|Be Strong & Healthy and commented:
I liked what you said: “Don’t worry, Mom”. Often and I heard that exact line for one of both of my daughters.
LikeLike