The Night Mom

Olive was tired, but she stifled a yawn. She sat for a while in the living room with just the one lamp on. It was the first night in months that she had not spoken to Jack and she missed him. A young man with a girlfriend now, they were probably going to get married soon. On and on he talked, her son. Olive did not fall asleep for many hours that night. And when she woke, she heard people in the kitchen. The water seen through the window all black; only tiny speck of red light at halfway rock.