Nestled between a woman’s knees, curly hairs on her head trace the wind as her curious eyes search the camera lens. A bowl of ice cream in one hand, the signature Baskin Robbins’ spoon in her other.
Daughter.
The woman travels an unknown distance with her eyes—her mind so far away from this moment. Absently braiding her daughter’s hair while somewhere else other than there.
Mother.
The crease between her brows say more than words ever could.
The young girl’s eyes say more than her lips ever would.
Both wanting more than this present moment.
Note: I am doing a personal challenge to grow consistent in my writing by committing to writing 100 stories in 100 days only using 100 words (or less).
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