She pulled her cardigan close, leaned out the door, and stared down the block to where the snow-haloed streetlights vanished into the night.
“I’ll be home before the storm even starts, Mom,” he’d said on their call the day before. Then he’d gone on about the lousy campus food and his second term classes, and the red-headed girl in Philosophy 101.
She pulled the door closed, shook the snow from her hair and checked her phone. He hadn’t answered. Which was good, because she’d always told him not to text and drive. But tonight, she needed a word.
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Glad to join in the prompt this week! I usually refrain when life is hectic and I know I won’t be able to read and respond to the other stories. Hoping I am able to this week. Look forward to reading your tales!