Today's OneWord: Solitaire

"I don't know how to play solitaire."

Francis watched the cards dance in his mother's hands. They were wrinkled far beyond her actual age. He wondered if they were actually wrinkles.

"Well, I'll teach you."

He looked up into her watering eyes. She was so focused on the deck, her lips pursed and thin. True passion for something so simple. Within her worn out face, Francis saw warmth.

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