In the blink of an eye

100 words a day- number 10? 11? What is time anyway?

Her suitcase was open on her futon, clothes and makeup strewn around the room. All patiently waiting for her to put them in their place. I ask if she needs help. Looking up at me from the beautiful mess, she just smiles and shakes her head no. Not yet eighteen, but determined to be grown. She finally settles on what to pack and I hear the double zippers…