Month: May 2015

Three generations of Crossett’s lined the king sized mattress like packaged sardines; first grandmother, then mother and finally the granddaughter and youngest of the bunch at thirteen years old. Those three sets of eyes, all similar in shape and same striking aqua were glued to the latest news broadcast.  Their arms were linked and bodies nestled tightly together under the covers like children hiding from the boogeyman, as if doing so would protect them from the horrors of the outside world.