30 day/30 minute writing practice
“He drove himself off a bridge,” Janice hears her mom say.
Then silence like church before, “Ok yes yes I better get going too.”
Janice drops onto the last stair and hears soft crack of phone on table, click of a lighter, a deep raspy inhale. Starry particles in sunlit smoke bending around corners.
“Janice is that you?”
‘Yes, and who drove himself off a bridge?”
“No one. No one. No one,” Janice sings while stepping into the kitchen.