I had a terrible time getting inspiration for this photo prompt. Finally, I got some wee and weak details for the book blurb this week. Now if I can get Linky to work!
Celia brought her to New Mexico for some badly needed mother/daughter time. After being so close, they had gradually grown apart. The nose ring, the flamboyant tattoos on Roseanna’s body gagged her. Celia was old school; thought tattoos were defaming the body or belonged on a sailor.
As for Roseanna, she thought her mother was getting old, her ideas no longer insightful. She seemed stuck in a generation ago. She had been talking too much of the old days, of people Roseanna didn’t even know.
On walks and picnics in the moutain air, both bartered with time. Would they repair the relationship? Would they realize that time was escaping them faster than they knew? A biopsy, a baby, would they share it all?