Photo Prompt ©Jellico’s Stationhouse
A shout out to the amazing Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com. She organises the photo prompts and links for the Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction, prose or poetry based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on each other’s work. If you are a writer of short fiction, join the group and let your imagination feed us with your stories.
‘How will you manage?’ A snowfall of damp tissue fell from Rosie’s fingers, scattering on to the hall carpet. She resisted the urge to reach out her shaking hand and grab his shirt.
His back to her, Geoff ignored her cry, grunting as he lifted the dufflebag strap on to his shoulder.
He had given up answering.
‘Who’ll look after you?’ A sob broke the question. She chewed her lip. Why couldn’t she keep quiet?
Geoff sighed, quickly pulling the door open but as he stepped through, he turned and blew a kiss.
‘I’ll be back next weekend, Mum.’
A bit clingy, isn’t she?
Mums!!!
The sad eventuality for all of us with kids, unfortunately, but they have to fledge, nicely written
Thanks Michael for reading and commenting.
Oh dear, the drama. I loved the twist in the end. Worry is what mums do.
There is always drama when one’s children are involved.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
not what i was expecting!
A mother’s love! Your title is perfect. I have written a similar one.
Poor lonely Mumsy
Yes but I imagine that she enjoyed the peace for a few minutes.
😊Good one! Let’s hear it for mother love.
Absolutely. I love being a mother so agree with that.
Nicely misdirected. 🙂
I do love a little twist Sandra. Thanks for commenting.
Good job, although the bicycle is well hidden. I remember when I first faced the idea that children leave and we need to prepare ourselves to deal with it. Nicely done.
Thanks Melody. Glad you liked it. The association between the bicycle image and my lovely daughter triggered the idea for this piece.
Loved this. Loved the image of the snowfall of damp tissue.
Thank you and I am pleased that the snowfall image made an impression.
Mothers all over history would relate to this story.
They would indeed Michael. I’m glad you stopped by.
What a feast of emotions. I feel her pain all the way, I want to hold on to him with her. And when he offers that final gesture, I want to burst into tears with her, for I see why she loves him so much.
What lovely words. Thank you.
Mums eh? They do like to fuss
That’s what my daughter would say. Now that she’s expecting her first baby, she understands why. Thank you for commenting.
Oh my, the drama. Depending on our age, we look differently at that situation. Nicely done.
It’s always drama when our children are involved. Thank you for your comments.
Love it!
Much appreciated and also thanks for the great photo.
The title captures the emotion in this perfectly.
Thanks Clare. Glad that you liked it.
Dear Lindy,
Loved the misdirect. You captured the feeling of having to let go of a son. Been there three times. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS Thank you for the shout out. 😉
Thanks. We never really let go of them do we. My pleasure Rochelle. You are appreciated by writers all over the world.