It was a good night. She made it outside, walking on her own. The air was mild and smelled of cut grass. Omar put music on and they swayed gently together under the big oak tree. Then it was over. She fell to the ground. “I can’t,” she said, and he knew it was true. Later, when she’d rested, he’d help her back to bed.
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “I can’t.”