Better | Days

“A better day.”

Lena laughed, and the sound cracked open something in her chest. “He wasn’t wrong about everything.” Better Days

They stood there for a long time. Grace began to hum—an old sea shanty, the one she used to sing while washing dishes. Lena joined in, off-key and unashamed. A flock of gulls wheeled overhead, crying out like rusty hinges. The golden seam in the clouds widened, just a little. “A better day

The old woman nodded slowly, watching the silver water. “Then we’d better make it last.” “A better day.” Lena laughed