Even a snippet made her cry.
Ugh. One-way street. Wrong direction.
She would learn to knit. Someday.
Percussive sounds filled the concert hall.
When the underdog won, everyone cheered
She clutched the steering wheel impatiently.
“Sorry, a gremlin ate my homework.”
She showed mercy. “It’s Thanksgiving. Go.”
Tentatively, he finally left the nest.
She trudged through the sludge. “Yuck.”