Reception or Rejection?


PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

She walked up to the gate, box in hand.  She pushed the buzzer and waited.  Would he come outside and tell her to go away or invite her inside?  Her husband warned her that he’d have her arrested but she insisted that he’d never do that.  “Why would he do that to his own mother?”

“Remember the restraining order?”

“He was angry when he had that issued.  I’m sure that when he sees me, he will be sorry.”

The approaching police car told her that coming here had been a foolish idea after all.  She carefully put the box down.

100 Words

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  You can find this week’s prompt Here. To read other stories or to participate, click Here

33 comments

  1. Hmm. Hubby was not necessarily the father. I know too many who probably should have had restraining orders against mother from day one, but those are other stories. Good one. Here, here!

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  2. If she was that persistent all his life, making excuses for engaging with him when he clearly didn’t want it, then I have to wonder two things: Was there a specific incident that was the last straw? Second, was her motive to repair the damage or just to win?

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    • Great, thought-provoking questions, Linda. It is possible that events led to this situation where he would rather call the police on her than to engage in any sort of dialogue, not necessarily a reconciliation with her. And her motive can be genuinely wanting to repair the damage. Clearly, she isn’t the winner here.

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