Hey,mama

"Hey mama, what is love?" Bridget twitched at the sound of that question, her daughter sat at the table her head planted at her akimbo elbow as she pulled on loose threads on an old rag. The room was almost dark with only a dying candle putting the darkness away in the far corner. The room was filthy from the day's work which Bridget was trying to finish up before the candle gave out. She could have ignored the question and finished the seam of the last dress before the messenger came to pick up the order first thing in the morning but Bridget couldn't move or speak, but deep down she knew she had to answer that question now, and answer it well because her response would affect the future of the little girl at the worn out table as well as everybody she encounters. This night will decide if another dose of venom will be implanted into the world, or if maybe there would be a new light in their dark world.