“Sunday, Sunday, so good to me.” Or is the song “Monday, Monday?” Oh yes. The Mommas and The Poppas with their incredible harmony. Whatever the day, I’m happy to be here with you all to share our snippets of eight sentences and read creative comments to help us with our chosen work.
This week I continue with Reconstructing Charlie. She just killed her father in self defense protecting both her mom and herself. Step by step I take you through what happens next.
excerpt in eight:
Mom’s thick auburn hair came loose from her bun and she looked so pretty bending over him, a finger pressed to his neck as if she was a cop. On tiptoes, she pulled the ceiling fan chain and her sleeve rolled back. I counted black and blue marks covering her arm and knew Mom had a lot more than I did. The breeze felt good: then she wiped my fingerprints off the tire iron and replaced them with hers.
I watched Mom change from quiet refined Liz Costigan to someone I didn’t know.
She reached in his pants like a pickpocket and came up with a handful of dollars and coins. Handing me the money, Mom said, “I guess he drank the rest of his pay, sorry it’s not more but it’s all we have so let’s get you packed.”
I wondered where she was sending me and why.
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