Chapter 45

Roger reaches out and grips her hand tightly. “But it won’t happen, Mom, promise?”

Felicia pulls him close, brushes his cheek with her lips. “No, honey, it won’t happen. Not ever.”

The rotation stops as a woman and a boy, about Roger’s age, take a seat on the wheel. Felicia looks down and considers a mother and son, perhaps like them, together on a Sunday outing.

In the distance, the lights filter through a veil of evening fog. Soon, they will be home, and after her son’s bedtime, she will find her sewing kit and finish the blue shirt. If she has to work all night. Whatever it takes. (1,873 words)Appendix E: Character Development and BackstoryThe Broochby Paul Alan Fahey