” Tell me a story Mommy”
Violet opened one eye and it found it’s way to the clock next to her bed.
Two in the morning her clock read.
She closed her eye .
” Please Mommy tell me a story. Tell me about the monster in the attic. It’s forever until morning and I can’t sleep.”
A little hand fell to her eye and gently lifted her eyelid open.
Violet looked up.
She didn’t have any children.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
When I was a little girl, I wanted to grow up and have a career and my own apartment just like Mary Richards- my career choices in case your curious were:
Astronaut, Writer, Fighter Pilot or a Pirate ( with my OWN Pirate ship- 0f course)
Nobody ever said I couldn’t do what set out to do and nobody told me I had to be thin and pretty and have a cute boyfriend at my side.
Those were the days.
Today I was hoping for the sun to shine
was hoping to see it, feel it on this tired face of mine
Today I was hoping for the sun to shine
was hoping to feel it warm this cold heart of mine
The Moon came up like it always does
the stars burned all night against the dark sky- you know they did
But this morning when I opened my eyes
no Sun burned away, chased away the gathering dark clouds above
Today I was hoping for the Sun to shine.
Something has to warm this cold world of mine.
Daily Post Prompt: Yellow