September 6, 2014




3 thoughts on “September 6, 2014

  1. Barb awoke the night after her 27th birthday in a stranger’s apartment (Crap-she couldn’t even remember his name) wearing that guy’s Indian bracelet, his MOM’s nightgown, and a watch she vaguely remembered winning at darts the night before (though it may have had something to do with flashing), then looked down at the cheap beads clutched in her hands, and had to admit that Mardis Gras was aging her.

  2. Margaret smiled after they painted nails her favorite shade of pink and lotioned her IV scarred hands, buckled her favorite bracelet and gave her the beads and her lucky feather, “I’m ready to fly now”.

  3. The brightly colored beads had been lovingly strung by her grandchildren, and she held them as though they were a rosary made of precious gems.

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