Them Becomes Us

Many thanks, as always, to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Them Becomes Us

Heading home, I saw all this junk deposited on the sidewalk. An unfortunately familiar sight in our neighborhood. Someone loses a job. Someone gets sick. Someone can’t pay the rent. Someone’s life tossed to the curb.

No excuses, no second chances, no compassion.

Recognition spawned fear in me.

Benji’s highchair?

My backpack slid down my arms. My stomach churned.


Then I saw Momma weeping in the alcove, hugging Benji close. I leaned against the cold scratchy brick, frost etched into my hands. Every bit of me froze.

I knew losing Daddy to the virus was the worst day ever.

Until now.


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