The girl with kaleidoscope eyes bought a double-wide. She works at the Food Lion- and wishes she’d married her ‘baby daddy’- for the child support check.
She dreams about friday night at the Red Dog Saloon. Not any friday night- ‘the friday night’ that ‘he’ would cross the threshold, buy her a beer, lay her down- and move in.
She ponders the grounds in the bottom of her cup, lights a cigarette, and kicks a piece of a long broken glass into the cold air return.
“All that glitters is not gold,” she reminds herself….
Sometimes it’s just broken glass.
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt courtesy of Friday Fictioneers