Clifton Saga – Lemonade


She stares as condensation rolls down the glass of lemonade, the tart-sweet memory of her mom’s recipe lingering at the back of her throat, a secret her mother took with her.

Her eyes return to the stack of papers she’d been organizing. Old and new stains on the edge of the top sheet show emotions felt over it.

Who is her real mother? She remembered Phillip finding his, but had no idea she’d one day embark on the same journey of self discovery, understanding or forgiveness. She knows all too well the false starts and dead ends she could face.


One comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s