The phone crazed against its plastic receiver.
Tossing her clippers on the counter
with an exasperated sigh, she picked up.
"Mary's."
She began to pace around her paisley-floored
salon when she read the Caller ID.
Crosby General Hospital
The cord stretched further across the room
with each diagnosis like a tightrope that was
threadbare from decades of grim news and heartbreak.
A single thread kept her composure.
When word came across that her daughter
had died, the wire snapped and her faced turned
scarlet like she was crying barbicide.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
The phone crazed against its plastic receiver.
Tossing her clippers on the counter
with an exasperated sigh, she picked up.
"Mary's."
She began to pace around her paisley-floored
salon when she read the Caller ID.
Crosby General Hospital
The cord stretched further across the room
with each diagnosis like a tightrope that was
threadbare from decades of grim news and heartbreak.
A single thread kept her composure.
When word came across that her daughter
had died, the wire snapped and her faced turned
scarlet like she was crying barbicide.
Based on a true story.
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