A Temporary Lapse of Judgement

She grips her hands in her lap

knuckles turning white

iced tea drips

a small cold rivulet

down the side of her face


the wall beside her

on the table a shard of ice

melts among broken glass

the restaurant

still quiet

except for angry footsteps

and then

with the door still swinging


life resumes

for everyone else


For temporary prompt


This weeks challenge er challenge update:

  • Blog post 28/52 – 24 to go
  • Writing in the screenplay – Done
  • Drawing – Ditto
  • Feet writing & drawing – and ditto

Until later…