What follows is in response to the 100 Word Challenge, authored by the inescapable Velvet Verbosity. The word this week is "Distance".
The old woman sat in her rocking chair, on the rickety porch that was in terrible need of whitewash. She sat with a pan of beans in her lap. Beans to be cut for supper it would seem, but she had stopped what she was doing. Her head was raised as if looking afar, her back straight, the look on her face, expectant. Her unseeing eyes let tears down her withered black cheeks, but a smile graced her lips nonetheless.
The young woman stood on the broken stair. "I'm home, Mama."
"I know child. I saw you, at a distance."
Until that day, apparently, she'd never known
that women get piercings "down there".