C65 Seeking Answer

“Tell us a story, mama.” Nicole chirped when their mother tucked them into their crappy futon.

“Yes mama, tell us. Tell us a story. I want to hear a story.” Sia chimed in. Her sleepy voice enraptured their mother’s heart.

“You really want to hear a story now?” She asked and they both nodded. Their decrepit room was bitch black. Only the rays from the moon swept into the room