“It’s all right Mom. You know he meant well.” Donny said. His fingers worrying the hem of his sports jacket.
Trying to work up the resolve to comfort her son, she stared at nothing and longed for a cigarette.
“We can’t get him bailed out tonight. It’s too late. And, it’s Friday so they’re probably going to hold him over the weekend,” she said as she leaned against the cold, neutral toned, cinder block wall.
tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice 
Good post…it says a lot in a few words, yet it doesn’t say too much! It raises a lot of questions though. 😱
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