Room with a Memory
By Scott L Vannatter – 100 Words
The room or, what was left of it, had been decorated. The characters, cartoons nearly imbedded into the wall, were funny without having that scariness most cartoons have. I had helped pick them out; now, they would be a legacy of sorts.
I had begun the tearing process. Funny how tear and tear could work so well together. My drops of wetness poured onto the very walls that used to make me happy. Now, the dampness on one board would be encased in glass so I would never (as if I could) forget.
Baby and Mommy hit by a drunk.