#supepics

“and where does infection start, my dear?” she wasn’t letting up. her purse was filled with things a mother would need, and it just so happened that in a small pouch from the thrift store was nestled a band-aid and neosporin. forcing him to plop his butt on the curb, she crouched down in front of him and was in the middle of wiping some of the blood away from his face. “why do you need such a need to run into danger?”

A RARE MOMENT FOR the mother of three to be seen without her children, she had decided to do something she almost never did. treat herself. every penny of her pinched purse went into her darling children, and she would never have it another way. she remembered a time where it wasn’t needed, to scrape for change -- when her world was filled with diamonds and gold. as long as she had her children -- she didn’t care that the world of her past was gone. pausing for a moment, she looked over at the man -- about to bite into the ice cream on the end of her spoon. looking down at the second cup, closed with a lid, she could only assume he was asking about that.  “are you hungry, darling?”

o  sorry  i  didnt  mean  to  hit  the  follow  button  this  is  awkward