Future (6S)

Their voices were raised to decibels unknown, quick, sharp voices speaking of a Future where I’m happier, safer and in another state. Mom is in this Future with me now. We drive Future’s big car and live in Future’s quiet house. Mom says I won’t ever have to cry again, that from now on my Future is bright. I watched, in horror, as her lips formed those words, tears lapping under my red cheeks. Trembling on my knees that night I prayed, to God, that Daddy would never have a Future.