Photo Story: Valentine

Image of the outside of a prison at night.Mom packs us into the car. Billy and Jasmine sleep. I sit up front chewing the corners of my nails until they bleed. We park far enough away to avoid looking suspicious. I am afraid to ask. I only know Dad did something wrong. “Check under the seat for the binoculars.” Mom looks beautiful in her new dress. Red sequin. I count the frozen loops on the electric fence. Why can’t she roll up the window? She hands me a glass of champagne. “Mom. I’m only twelve.” She wipes away a tear and lifts her glass. “Child. Tonight you’re thirty-five.”

 

Christy Brothers, from Columbus Ohio, writes poetry, short plays, and flash fiction. Her work has been published inside Voices Israel Anthology and Tomorrow and Tomorrow’s print journal.

Photographer: Tanel Teemusk

3 Responses to “Photo Story: Valentine”

  1. Denise Bayes says:

    Love the details in this. Frozen loops. Red sequin.

  2. Cindy Patrick says:

    Beautifully written. I feel like I am there.

  3. Tony Press says:

    A good story – tough, real, sweet, all of that.

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