I edited an existing anecdote from 79 to 35 words...
Masts taller than the towers behind. Not a flotilla, despite the neighboring naval base. These sail on wind and wave, which is to say in swirling spirals and also with the steady tide of heartbeats.
Your mother is still alive in the nursing home. Early dawn. An aide changes her adult diaper. Gloved hands gently grasp and lift the dead weight of your Mommy’s thighs. Fingers flick up the tape, slide away the soaking and ... … … The blurry aide — an angel of mercy.
Thanks for the shout-out, Short Reads team! Honored to be in such great company! :)
I watched as the white stuff fell, as I sat in my warm, underground bunker, live via satellite TV.
You hate how I grew up.
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I edited an existing anecdote from 79 to 35 words...
Masts taller than the towers behind. Not a flotilla, despite the neighboring naval base. These sail on wind and wave, which is to say in swirling spirals and also with the steady tide of heartbeats.
Your mother is still alive in the nursing home. Early dawn. An aide changes her adult diaper. Gloved hands gently grasp and lift the dead weight of your Mommy’s thighs. Fingers flick up the tape, slide away the soaking and ... … … The blurry aide — an angel of mercy.
Debra L. Eder