Image Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
It has been three days since Mum and I left the house; three days since she got out from under the covers. Mum seems sad. She is always crying. Or sleeping. I keep myself amused by watching TV. But I miss school.
Mum told me today is a special day. It’s the first time I don’t mind missing school. The city is always fun. Mum smiles at me as I drink my slurpee but her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. I look at the big buildings around me and turn to tell her something.
But Mum is no longer there.
Word Count: 100
(c) Sanch @ Living my Imperfect Life
***Written for Friday Fictioneers***
Until next time,
Cheers!!!
Pinky Poinker
16 November 2014 at 8:54 amIntriguing. I don’t think a lot of people realise how hard it is to write like this. To capture a mood and storyline in 100 words. Well done!
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Sanch @ Living my Imperfect Life
16 November 2014 at 12:43 pmThank you Pinky! 🙂
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
16 November 2014 at 11:43 amDear Sanch,
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. I liked the line, “her smile didn’t reach her eyes.”
Shalom,
Rochelle
Sanch @ Living my Imperfect Life
16 November 2014 at 12:43 pmThanks Rochelle… 🙂
Patrick Prinsloo
17 November 2014 at 5:09 amTough tale. Well done. And welcome.
David Stewart
17 November 2014 at 7:49 amOh wow, that would be heartbreaking. At least from my perspective, it sounds like the mother ditched her. Great, powerful story.