He said “maybe, you don’t know”
As if all the things that had shattered across her back like so many hurled mason jars were just clouds of mist.
As easily seen
And as easily dissipated.
She gritted her teeth.
Grasped a mother’s hand for support and for confidence.
But mama drew her hand away
Holding this man above her head had made her arms go soft.
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