Whispered Prayers

By IWasHere

Looking out the car window, she watched a singing cardinal in a tree, mocking her. She tried to ignore the burning hum in her chest. She fucked up. If things went south tonight, like she knew it could in life, it would be game over. The thought jerked her out of her trance. Gripping the steering wheel, she looked at herself in the visor mirror. The guilt was overwhelming. Tears welled in her eyes. She will not cry. She did not get to be self-indulgent. Silent remorse was pain she deserved. Instead, she whispered, “Dear Jesus, please let her be okay”.