For One Shoot Sunday
“Too much work,” he said, “not really safe.”
She had to beg. She needed that window, the light, needed to breathe. He finally agreed. Took his time. She was patient. Finally he was finished, she fixed his favorite dinner, and he fell asleep.
She crawled through the window and ran.
Elizabeth Crawford 2/13/11
*image by Sean McCormick, his site can be found by clicking on the image.