55 Word Story
by Kengo Tsutsumi
That was the year mommy bought me all the strawberry milkshakes. She’d park the ‘Camino near a bank, lower the windows and say, “Baby, just stay put.” There were three hula girls on the dash. I’d color or play with my dolls, sometimes not even hear the gunshots. And afterwards, we’d go out for milkshakes.