"Woman Hold Her Head and Cry"
“Woman Hold Her Head and Cry”
Anna, her face wet with tears, wiped her eyes.
“Think he’s hit rock bottom with this DUI?”
“I don’t know. He’s been treating these wake-up calls the way people treat their alarm clocks. They hit snooze and keep on sleeping.”
At the end of the hallway, a man she barely recognized as her son was escorted to the holding area.
On Friday, I’ll be posting “A Fable of Freedom: I Shot the Sheriff.”