“Oh hell, you know what I’d love?” she said. “I’d love to wake up tomorrow and look out the window and see them gone.”
“Baby, Alone” @ Watershed Review
It’s much too cold for a baby to be alone in a car. I tell this to myself, as though, there are a set of perfect conditions where a mother or father might be allowed to leave their child, an infant almost from the look of it’s tiny fingers, in a parked car in the parking lot of one of the largest shopping centers in town.