My mother is alone
Her daughters have flown across continents
to explore fantasies and unearth dreams
Survivor and Swamp Men
fracture the dense silence

My dog, left behind, sleeps all day
His wet nose prods her Solitaire-playing hand
She pushes him away
She pores over singles’ sites
contacting no one

Carol Harvey is intrigued by changes – in life and in the weather. You can find some of her 50-word stories on this site and in The Boston Globe.