Mi Carino
“Holding her tote in one hand Marcella waved off the silver Mercedes as it backed out of the drive and drove off into the night. The wind howled in her ear as it got tangled in her hair. She looked up at the sky. Under a crescent moon, it was splattered with stars. Tucking her hair behind her ear she smiled then turned for the door. The trip had exhausted her. Road trips always drained her, though as a little girl her mother would insist on them for every holiday. Together they’d drive hundreds of miles in search of the best campsite. Suddenly she had an urge to call her mother, glean her wisdom. If anyone could help her understand her heart now it would be her mother. The funeral, Diego, her life, all of it mixed and boiled to the surface along with her feelings of confused love and anger. Her fingers cramped as her grip tightened but didn’t turn the knob. Diego and she hadn’t spoken all day. During her week of self imposed isolation she needed the space. Today she needed his support.
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