A Mother’s Longing

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Rain fell softly on her as she stood there in the empty playground at her son’s school.  How she longed to see him, to hold him and tell him that she loved him–that she was sorry…

Her shoulders hunched as a cold wind stirred the leaves and the wispy blonde hair framing her face. Behind the sunglasses, her eyes swam with tears.

Her gaze shifted to the school building. Maybe she could persuade Sally to let her see him for a few minutes. No, Sally could lose her job. And she could be arrested. Geoff would see to that.

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.

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