"Honey," my voice rose above the littered room, "Where's the remote?"
The simple interrogation required a simple answer. I waited for the three minute monologue on responsibility and cooperation while sifting through a week's worth of newspapers on the floor. Then I looked up. Her face stared back in silence across time that stood still.
"You look like you've seen a ghost!"
Her hair, grey as an elephant, shined like water in the moonlight. I reached for the keys and grabbed my backpack.
"It's okay, love, let's get you to the hospital."
~Posted by TherMumz, who is one of the best writers who has never been published.
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