re: 75 WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- March 2012 -- Culhwch Wins!!
The Weeping Wall
Maria, late for school, clambered upward. Their home had burrowed deeper into the earth, making the ascent arduous. Papá had spent another night swilling cerveza and whoring.
The front room was empty. Mamá should have been there, pacing, her hand brushing against the plaster walls. One wall was damp, glistening.
"¿Donde está?" Maria called out, worried.
Papá stumbled in through the front door and lurched toward the bathroom. The weeping wall leapt forward, crushing him.