Wake Up and Open Your Eyes

Noah and Ash skinned their knees on this very block plenty of times, years of their blood soaked into asphalt. “Mommmyyyy…Mommmmyyyyyyyy…” Little Noah’s in the street. She untangles Noah’s broken leg, the linked teeth of the chain basted in blood, and scoops her boy into her arms, abandoning his bike. Her grin flipped to a frown, sad, so sad, as if she were suddenly crestfallen by her youngest son’s sobs. “Poor baby ghost…” Then her eyes widened. The bitterness just finally boiled over and look what spilled out.