Micro Monday: "Twisters South of Chicago"
Twisters South of Chicago
The words scrolled across the bottom of the screen, barely noticed below the stock tickers and baseball scores. The TV was mere background as Mary tensely pored over last-minute arrangements--the caterer changing the appetizers again, the photographer wanting to start an hour earlier with her family, her cousin saying that now she wasn’t sure if she could sing her solo.
She sighed, leaning back into the well-worn couch and pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. And, now fully aware, it occurred to her.
My family lives south of Chicago.