Photo by Fabrice Villard on Unsplash
by Louella Lester
You chew the corner of the blue quilt Granny made for you because once it’s all soggy it squeaks under your teeth and feels like wet sand. It makes you think of the beach. Stops the brain fluttering that began after the screaming door slamming car leaving. The house goes all quiet until the government lady comes and takes it away from you. Takes you away without it. You start to chew your nails, then stop yourself because you don’t know what she might do with your fingers.
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Louella Lester is a writer/photographer in Winnipeg, Canada. Her Flash-CNF book, Glass Bricks, is published by At Bay Press.
