She knew nonverbal teens sometimes become violent. Her son had shoved, punched, scratched, and bit her. He endangered both their lives. He needed to live at a residential school.
It was for the best. But still… What sort of mother rejoices in the calm of this sort of empty nest?
Lynn Messing’s love affair with language began before she could even put two words together. As she matured, this love expanded from the spoken to the written word. She enjoys fiction in general, but she especially admires authors who can write complete stories that are the length of this biography.
Raw. I picture the nest tattered and the parent and child similarly shredded.
Thank you, Joanna, for taking the time to leave feedback. I agree with your assessment about the condition of the nest and people.
I wanted my fiftywordstories.com debut to be powerful. I promise my next story submission will be less intense. :-)