By Jeffrey Paolano
“Portia, you wanna take a trip?”
“Where?”
“Hocking Hills”
“What’s there?”
“Rocks, waterfalls. Mom took me as a kid.”
“You want a childhood flashback?”
“No, I want to talk to my mom.”
“Your mom’s been gone years.”
“Yes, but Mom said if I wanted to talk to her after she passed, I should come there to talk.”
“Tosh, she meant like praying.”
“No, she meant talk,” says Wendella.
“That’s weird.”
“I know, but Mom said I should go.”
“You’re just pining.”
“I’m sure of what she said.”
“Girl, that was long ago.”
“No, Mom told me last night. In my dream.”
Few friends understand the truth unless faced with the reality of loosing someone close. Good story, Jeff.
Parents are always with us.Deep in our mind.
Good story Jeff! I like the narrative, but perhaps could have used some sensory descriptions as well. Is this the Hocking Hills in Ohio? I’m from central Ohio and we were at Old Man’s cave just last fall.
David:
The same.
Thanks,
Jeff