“Isn’t he beautiful?”
“Odd name don’t you think?”
“These are odds times, Hector. It suits him.” Tereasa wrapped her newborn tightly in the threadbare blanket. She looked out at the vacant auditorium, the shadows of people past still lingered in the seats.
Wincing, she tried to get up.
“What are you doing?”
“We have to keep moving. They’ll find us.”
“They’ll be sure to find us if you pass out in the snowy street. Lay down.”
Hector took his son in his arms and looked at his wife on the hard, dusty floor.
“Stage, huh? Well, I guess it’s as good as any name.”
Written for Micro Bookends 1.40
Our bookends were STAGE and NAME.