Timea thought the umbrellas in the park looked like bright red mushrooms. They were the same color as what she imagined her broken heart to be.
“So, he just up and left?” Sabrina asked.
“He said he wasn’t in love with me anymore.” Timea blinked up at the burgundy shade above her, drawing the impending tears back down into her eye sockets.
“But what about London? For God’s sake, she’s only three months!”
“I can’t take care of her by myself.”
Timea looked down towards the children who sat on the rocks at the edge of the pond, splashing their feet in the water. Bree, Sabrina’s eldest daughter, held London on her knee with one hand and sprinkled water into her face with the other. The baby laughed, bubbling spit, and swayed to avoid the shower of water droplets.
Timea saw her beginning to slip, her body leaning closer to the water…
If London were to fall, how quickly would her tiny lungs fill with water before they could pull her out?
word count: 172
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