hello I am Francis
the woman was in her sixties
she dressed out well over three hundred pounds
her walking is slow
her breathing is labored
I feel sorry for her
even though we have not met yet
she said “hello, I am Frances.”
I stared, wordless.
Her voice was a ...
tiny
itty
bitty
teensy
weensy
baby girl voice
How did that happen?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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