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.
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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.
So sad. Well written. Emotions felt.
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Thanks, Dawn. I was hoping to get the emotions across.
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Nicely done, showing us the situation behind her longing, without telling us.
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Thanks, Iain 🙂
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The emotion is crystal clear. As always, it’s the child who loses.
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You’re right, Linda. It’s the child who loses.
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i could only speculate what she did to the boy. it must be something really bad.
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It’s more likely that she hasn’t done anything bad to him but is sorry that she can’t be with him.
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Very sad. But well done.
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Thanks, Bill.
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There’s no greater love than a mother’s love for her son. Her pain is evident as well as her despondency that there was nothing she could do. Very well done!
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Thanks for your comment, Brenda. I’m happy that I was able to get the two points you mentioned across 🙂
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The children always suffer the most. What a heartbreaking story.
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Yes, they do. This is fiction but sadly, there are real stories out there.
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Dear Adele,
Her longing is tangible in this one. Well written and goes straight for the heart.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
I wanted to bring her feelings–her inner turmoil to life. Thank you.
Shalom,
Adele
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