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Goodnight MoonWords by Scott Laudati QuailBellMagazine.com the kids read goodnight moon to mom before they went to sleep and after the final goodnight mom realized the children’s book she’d spent a year writing would never be that good. was her ex right? was she stupid? the next morning she poured milk into
the kids bowls of frosted flakes and loaded up the minivan. she dropped the last one off for home room and waved at the crossing guard. then she parked the car walked to the pitcher’s mound and lit herself on fire. a whole red box of diesel fuel and a cigarette she went up like a wood barn but they dragged her off in time and now the other mother’s cup their hands together at her front door and they share the blue pills prescribed by dr. patel. the kids got taken away and she started reading the new york times again, she never wore a bra anymore and she traded the minivan for a mini cooper. “do you miss the kids?” her friend asked. mom took the orange pill bottle between her index and thumb and shook the pills back and forth like a macarena. “not if i have enough of these”, she said. they both laughed and tapped their pills together with a “cheers”. her ex was wrong. mom wasn’t stupid, she was free. CommentsComments are closed.
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