By Mahesh Nair
Morgan, like Olivia, plastered the front of the fridge with sticky notes: Piano class, Prom day, Shopping. So many reminders that the brown refrigerator grew yellow lumps around a lone pink note, Kiss her, almost peeling off.
She relished her daughter, reliving her own teens, repeating what her mother did, keeping it between herself and a lab guy.
Olivia had daubed notes until she was in the last stage of her cancer, and it was only after she’d kissed her granddaughter and died, that Morgan found her mother’s pink note among an inane growth of yellow on the fridge, retaining it.
So many important things get lost in the quick, fast-paced shuffle of life. You said it so well.
Love this comment. Thanks a lot for your time.
Poignancy well defined! Profoundly meaningful fiction that could be a reality of many people.
Thanks a lot, Balroop. So happy to hear from you.
A great and touching story.
Thanks Brian. Really appreciate your time.
Beautiful, beautiful.
Thanks Mary. Glad you liked it.