Behind the Curtain

A flash fiction

They looked like an average Mom and kids out for lunch at the diner. Haggard Mom, exhausted from the rigors of parenting a young teen and a toddler; toddler boy, in constant motion, hands a blur grabbing and dropping — squirming just out of the Mom’s reach when she tried to rescue a glass or silverware before it could find its way to the floor. But the young teen girl, who sat so very still, yet catching items…