To Sleep Among the Poppies


Photo prompt by Jeff Arnold

To Sleep Among the Poppies
By T. Delaplain

Dot kicked her heels under the tumbled mattress, a splash of red among the silky detritus of her trade. His used trash tainted the pile of garments that had to be rinsed and worn again in a few hours. Counting the emerald notes he’d thrown at her, she remembered a time when the monsters couldn’t reach her under the covers. Her little girl dreams were now replaced with love by the hour. Her thoughts softened and the bruises blurred. The poppies couldn’t come soon enough tonight.

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36 thoughts on “To Sleep Among the Poppies

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  1. What a sad, sad story. Two lines in particular hit me hard “she remembered a time when the monsters couldn’t reach her under the covers” and “The poppies couldn’t come soon enough tonight.” Brilliant writing, Tracey.

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