Brenda spotted the crowd. Anxiously, she made her way toward them, skirting around the two pink flamingos. “Excuse me,” she called and pushed her way to where her mother stood, looking bewildered. Brenda put her arm around her. She was trembling.
Her mother looked at her. “Who’re you?” she asked.
Brenda replied calmly, “It’s okay. Don’t be afraid. I’m Brenda and I’m here to take you home.”
“You know where I live?”
“I don’t know who you are but you have a kind face.”
A man standing there asked Brenda, “Do you know this woman?”
“Yes. She’s my mother.”
“How come she doesn’t know you?” a little boy asked and his mother shushed him.
“She’s having trouble remembering people and things,” she explained to him. Then, she gently led her mother away from the curious and sympathetic gazes.
“How did I get here?” her mother asked as they walked slowly along the beach.
“I suppose you wanted to take a nice walk along the beach and didn’t remember how to find your way back home. But, I’m here now and I’ll take care of you.”
“Whoever you are, I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.”
The above quote is from a true classic, A Streetcar Named Desire.
Word Count: 198
This was written in response to the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge, hosted by Susan and the photo is courtesy of Susan Spaulding. For more details visit here and if you are interested in reading other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit here.