My brother in arms Lance, whose blog will earn two technical fouls and be ejected when it meets up with your blog, has renewed the 100 Word Song cache this week with John Hiatt's "Have A Little Faith In Me". This story is called "Positive".
Her head dropped and her shoulders slumped. I didn't have to ask what the test said. Her hair was hanging in front of her face. She didn't make a sound, then suddenly blurted out a single obscenity. It sounded ugly.
"We can't afford it."
"I know," I said.
"I can't do it."
"I think you can. We can. But I hear you."
"I can't not do it."
"I understand." I swallowed. "I'll support you, either way."
"Do you want to?"
"I have faith."
"In me? In us?"
"In you. And in us."