Photo Story: Scrubbing In
For the first time that night, she paused. The sink flooded her memory. She pressed her palms into the counter’s edge and saw another sink from long ago. The party in the other room was nearly as raucous as the bombs which had stopped her then, throwing her across the room. She had staggered home in bloodied scrubs to a pile of rubble, her two sons and husband dead.
Heels clicked across the floor and gently added to the dishes. “Jihan, when you’re done with these, you can head home.”
Dr. Sarraf looked at the dishes. Time to scrub in.
The memories and emotions in them well-knitted in the story. Loved it!
Thank you!
Excellent. This is how it is done!
Wow! So much in so few words!
This is amazingly powerful. Please write a novel. I want more of your craft.
Thank you. I don’t know if I’ll get to that novel, but my kids might someday.
This rang true all the way through. I have met this person. She lives in my neighborhood. Thank you for writing this.
Thank you.
Wow, Joe, it is hard to write anything in 100 words. Powerful
Thank you! It is a fun challenge to be sure.
Loss and pain of a refugee perfectly captured
Thanks
Powerful story. Great job!
Thank you!