Photo by nowme. She posts the pics (NYC windows) and I write the stories (female lead, 100 words or less).
Selena rounded the corner. The warm yellow of the living room lamp meant Mom was home. She quickened her pace, the light like a beacon in the early evening dusk. I wish I could pack up this block and take it with me to Cali. Selena sighed; she’d be off to UCLA soon. Her days of white button-downs and navy blue pleated skirts, were numbered. So were her days of running home to Mom’s homemade spaghetti and meatballs. She took the steps two at a time and flung open the door, dropping her backpack in the foyer, “Mom I’m home!”