artwork by Jack Vettriano
A dreadful night, just dreadful-
She felt like a teen age Cinderella-gone-wrong.
Her sigh shuddered.
Her cigarette was out
She had quit months ago anyway...
She turned from the window
Time to go down stairs and check on Ethan.
She stepped back into her heels
and tottered toward the mirror.
Oh my- the left eye was turning a nasty color;
Ice would be good- meanwhile,
She reached into her little purse
A comb came away
and she ran it absently through
the lock that had tumbled out
Managed to free a pin
and tuck it up with the rest.
Oh Mary- I am so sorry-
She bit her lip and reached for the door
Will my sister ever find it in her heart
to forgive me ?