August dribbles - 16


This was their chance to build a bridge across old disagreements. But Mom shook the ketchup bottle too hard, spraying Amy’s smart clothes. The waiter rushed too late as red streaks splattered on Amy’s sock, like the bomb’s first blossom before her foot came off, like the laughter of fate.

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