I took down the get-well cards on my daughter’s wallboard. A scrap of paper under a silver horseshoe with a date in her handwriting. The date scheduled for her surgery.
But the horseshoe must have run out of luck.
I took down her painting of a witch with long blonde hair, big boobs, and a broomstick with a bright gold flash of magic in the shape of a web. I straddled the broomstick she’d given me for my birthday and rode it to the mailbox. Strung between the box and a rosebush a spider’s web flashed gold in the sunlight.
Photo Credit: Fuzzy Mannerz
Hope meets reality hard in this piece. Well done. I liked the soft landing at the end