LUNNAH ☾Excerpt #16☽ 🍓

Wrapped into a velvety violet robe, Violet pulled open the first drawer of her nightstand to grab a jar of sugar. She scurried to the kitchen to get a spoon to add exactly three teaspoons of it to her husband’s cream-less coffee. But for the dozenth time (at least), the sweet white sand was splatter-painted in rosy red.

The container hit the counter with a reverberating clank. “Lunnah! To the kitchen. Now.”

Behind her closed bedroom door with blankets stuffed underneath the gap, seven-year-old Lunnah was licking her lips and wiping off her mouth with the back of her hands. To make sure all the strawberry residue was vanquished, she lifted her sweater and wiped all that remained with the bottom of it. Good thing the sweater was red.