She turned toward her daughter, the broken glass still in her hand. "C'mere, baby girl. I could use a hug."
Her girl fell against her, wrapping sinewy arms tight, burying her face in her mama's bosom. She raised her up with one arm--even at six years old, her little one still weighed less than forty pounds--tossed the glass in the sink, plopped her on the counter and stood close.
"You okay, baby?" She brushed the hair from her daughter's eyes.
"I'm okay. I need to use the bathroom."
The girl kissed her on both cheeks. "Let's go, Mama."
This little story is being played out in 100-word increments, thanks to Lance of My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. This week's 100 Word Song is "Grey Street" by Dave Matthews.
