I am determined to get my submission in on time this week – I’ve been up since 7 a.m.!
Hope is a white fence smiling, the overgrown path, opportunity, and the tumbledown wreck of a house, a life waiting to be rebuilt.
Eva loosens the scarf about her neck, noose-like after the long drive, and she blends a tear into her foundation once more, but this time she has external reasons, not internal ones, for its presence and it feels good. The air doesn’t clog her thoughts with memory, only possibility, and that feeling is heightened in only the way a mother can feel, by the stirring of her best hope yet in the back of the car.
“Are we there yet?”