"What's the date?" my Mom asked.
"The 10th," said the lady from the women's crisis center.
"Oh," I said numbly, "Happy Birthday, Mom."
***
Happy Birthday from your daughter whose mascara had run down her face. You said not to ruin your birthday before I'd gone out. You spent the morning of it in a hospital room after the unthinkable happened.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
YOU ARE READING
Taking back the Moon
Short StoryA description serves no purpose but to lure readers in. So why should you read? Well, I attempt to make sense of rape in the form of prose, flash back, and poetry. It is what it is.
