More Short Short Fiction by Gay Degani

Collateral Damage

She scuffles over split linoleum into the shower. Twists on water, mines her plastic basket for ginger scrub, shampoo, the razor—gifts from her daughter-in-law. Shivering until hot steam robes her, she slips through wrinkled memory to life before the asylum upstate, to the magic time when her son was hers, and they were free.