Judy could tell it was going to be another long, hot summer. And now with Roger deployed to Iraq, she was left alone once again, babies crying, toddler teething. She cracks the window to get some air, as if to breathe some life into her long, tedious day of bottles and baby wipes.
Lately she’s heard rumors that the bookstore is going to close. And she prays it isn’t so. It’s her refuge, her escape. It’s where she meets her friends, Longfellow and Keats and Hemingway and Fitsgerald. And it’s the only place she can bring her kids and no one cares.
But babies whimper and allay her worrying for awhile.
115 words, not including title.
A Pocketful of Joy to Fill Your Day