Mister Hockey

mom down. Now, here she was, a small business owner. And still nothing? The disappointment in her belly filled with another emotion, anger. She wasn’t Neve, but come on.
She drained her wineglass and with a belly full of liquid courage, walked into the kitchen. She was a princess and this wasn’t her only dragon to slay today.
But Mom wasn’t there.
Breezy looked around. Did she ghost?
There was the sound of footsteps on the steps and door creaked open. Mom emerged holding a bouquet of yellow-and-pink flowers.
“Honey,” she said, breathless. “For you. I ran down to the corner flower shop in these shoes. I can’t believe I didn’t snap a heel. It’s like I always say, better to pay for quality.”
“You got these?” Breezy slowly reached out and took the bouquet. “Really