Brooklyn Bitters is in its final edit and coming along nicely. The characters are have evolved considerably since the first draft. This scene deals with the uncertainty of life. Kate, the protagonist in the story, faces her fear over her mother’s illness.
An unexpected flood of dread stopped me. The silence of the room played its hand, deep in my gut, forming a physical ache. My heart sputtered and beat out of sync as I sat down. My mother was lost in her body. I missed the way her head tilted forward when she listened to me, how she nodded when she agreed, and how her eyebrows arched when she challenged me. I longed to see the way her blue eyes blinked with tears when she talked about her faith. I adored her, and no one could take her place. That scared me.