With a basket of laundry tucked under her arm, she stands at the top of the staircase, gazing down. Chipped walls and stained linoleum are her yellow brick road, her red carpet.
Just for the moment, she closes her eyes trying to drown the sound of the crying baby she leaves behind—as if eliminating one sense could stop another.
She’s taken these stairs so many times…up and down, down and up, but she’s never taken them like this before. Sliding her foot a little too far—it would be so simple to make this first step her last.
Just for the moment, she closes her eyes trying to drown the sound of the crying baby she leaves behind—as if eliminating one sense could stop another.
She’s taken these stairs so many times…up and down, down and up, but she’s never taken them like this before. Sliding her foot a little too far—it would be so simple to make this first step her last.
