Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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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,


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  • Pinky Poinker
    16 November 2014 at 8:54 am

    Intriguing. 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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  • Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
    16 November 2014 at 11:43 am

    Dear Sanch,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. I liked the line, “her smile didn’t reach her eyes.”



  • Patrick Prinsloo
    17 November 2014 at 5:09 am

    Tough tale. Well done. And welcome.

  • David Stewart
    17 November 2014 at 7:49 am

    Oh wow, that would be heartbreaking. At least from my perspective, it sounds like the mother ditched her. Great, powerful story.