Revolution

Santa's boots and crinkled lists.

Harried faces and crying children.

Love bound in ribbon and credit cards.

“Never mind.” She turned away.

Enpty-handed, she left the mall, humming a carol to herself.

~end~

This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge.

For the weekend challenge, we're asking you to write exactly 33 words about rebellion and/or revolt.  Interpret it as you will, just keep it to 33 words.

Love Scene

 “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in the bedroom, Momma?”

Phyllis gives her head a stubborn shake.  She scowls.  “I was born in this kitchen.  I will die in this kitchen.” 

“Are you thirsty?”

“No.”  She shivers. 

Ellen tucks a blanket around her shoulders.  Lorraine stirs the coals and adds a log to the woodstove.  The kitchen is filled with crackles and sparks and heat, and Phyllis gives a thin smile.  She is reminded of the anger that filled the house for years: Her children have never gotten along.  The thought saddens her.

Thin wisps of smoke wend their way around the room, grasping and searching, searching and grasping.

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