Blood, and Water

He hits the casino. Wins. Buys presents for my sister and their son.

Climbing into the spare room bed with me, he starts roughly rubbing my shoulders, stretching out my skull t-shirt. Grunting, to the point of having to “finish himself off” in the shower.  My small nephew, steps away, door open, baby sleeps in little skull pajamas.

(My nephew, his teacher told me, has an extraordinarily kind heart.)

I tell myself I am doing the right thing.  Choosing to drown, to save a kind-hearted boy.

That I can wash my shirt.  Somehow leave.

And that luck eventually runs out.

~

Another 100 words for Tara.100-word-challenge

When the good luck comes

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4 thoughts on “Blood, and Water

    1. Tara, thanks for reading. I debated and decided to be brave and post this. I will link up too, soon. I’m still feeling a little overwhelmed by my own words. And truly, thanks again for reading and hosting the 100 word prompts. ❤

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