Cadence looked out at the purple-orange sky, a rare morning with a hazy sun visible. Turning to her chores she cleared the night’s ashfall and headed back into the house through the mudroom/airlock.
In the kitchen, the overhead light glinted off her mother’s scalp. Cadence remembered stories of her mother’s braided hair, but couldn’t picture it. She’d never seen long hair before.
“Can we go to the park today? I can see the sun.”
“Maybe honey. Maybe.” Cadence thought she saw tears in her mother’s eyes, but that couldn’t be right on a day like today. It was so beautiful out.