A Broken Glass
Jan 14th, 2021 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Flour, salt and baking powder. Margaret whips up a cake recipe as familiar as her own name. The whirring of the stand mixer comforts her.
Her mind drifts to Karl. They were late to an appointment. Brakes squeal. An impact. Karl’s head shatters the windshield.
As she pours the batter, a glass rises off the counter, picked up by an unseen hand. It hovers suspended in the air, the ceiling light fixture reflected inside.
Or is it Karl’s face?
Margaret does not move or breathe. The glass falls.
Broken shards cover the tile floor.
The glass, like Karl, is gone.
From Guest Contributor Heather Santo