4.22.2012

lilies & remains

The small voice registered behind her eyes.

She dropped the glass into the cold sink, but all that she could think about was what the hell had Peter said, what was that? And where was her ring? Mark had given her that ring.

Brushing hair from her eyes, blood streaked across her temple.

The voice squeaked again. Mama?

Slowly raising her eyes, she focused on the precious girl who met her gaze, a stargazer lily in her chubby fist, raising it for her to take.

This is for you, Mama.

I love you more than anyone else in the whole world.

I'm playing 100 Word Song over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. This week's song is "Of Lilies and Remains" by Bauhaus.