Every Thursday afternoon, MaryAnn would wait by the kitchen window. She stood there, parting the tattered curtain in anticipation. She eagerly awaited the first sounds of his bicycle as he rode up the cobbled pathway and towards her home. Would he come visit today as she hoped?
She was lost in reverie, thinking back to the time they laughed together and how she cared for him. It was her decision that broke up the family she loved.
As the kitchen door creaked open, there he was. Standing tall and handsome.
“Is there warm tea ready mum? I’ve brought some scones’.
This post was written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge hosted by Rochelle. The idea is to write a short story (100 words), based on the photo prompt provided.
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Oh, I loved this one. Such a precious moment, well captured. 🙂 <3
Thanks for stopping by!
Dear Nadia,
A bit of a misdirect and a sweet story. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle! That’s what I was aiming for.
Enjoyed your take on this mother and son relationship that jas obviously endured in spite of heartache.
It has! That is the beauty of the relationship I suppose. Thanks for stopping by,
As they say, great minds think alike. How could I not love your story when mine is of the same theme? Well done.
Thank you!
Sadily lovely, reminds me of Angela’s Ashes
I felt her longing. Loved the twist, it made this story even sadder.
I felt the love and tenderness between these two. Well done.
Thanks! I’m glad the emotions came through.
The only people who need to have regrets here are the family that doesn’t accept her and her son. Their loss. Such a lovely, tender story.
I agree. Thanks for the read.
Great twist!
My son said I’d miss him when he moved out. ‘Prove it’ I said to him laughing…He did. 🙁
You are a lucky mom!
Sweet story – nice mis-direct.
Beautiful