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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