Mom said something.
“Ok,” I answered, stepping out of the kitchen and into the living room. Then one more step toward the door.
Shards of shattered glass rained down on the couch, coffee table, and carpet—one step away from me.
A Chevy Blazer’s back end hung through our obliterated living room window.
Mom’s embrace who swept up all the glass?
first published in Image Curve, August 30, 2018