When I get back from South America, my mother tells me Dad is dead. “Heart attack,” she says. “Not surprising considering how much he ate and drank.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Oh, Felicity, you’d never have got back in time. Anyway, how was your…holiday?”
“I don’t want to talk about my field trip right now, Mother.”
“Okay, darling. Take a shower and I’ll see you at dinner.”
My mother’s bare feet are silent on the marble tiles as she walks away.
I drop my overweight backpack onto the floor, hear the bottle of whiskey I bought for him smash.
Excellent…and the last sentence is perfect . ??
Thank you, Christine!
Laura amazing writing capturing it so visually. I could see your Mum in her bare feet I could feel your shock and the final sentence so poignant Keep on writing
Thank you so much, Mary!
Excellent. A proper story well told.
Thank you so much for your comment! It means a lot.
Whoah!
Thanks!!
So much in here, told really well Laura.
Big story in a few words. Excellent.
Thank you, Michael!
Thank you, NormaN!
The last line is perfect!
Thanks, Fran! I find last lines so tough, so am especially pleased this one works 🙂
A deceptively simple tale, but with all sorts of complex emotions subtly suggested. Great read.
Thank you very much, Paul. Really appreciate your comment.
Very poignant. The mother doesn’t seem unduly bothered, though.
No, that’s true (and intentional). Thank you for reading and commenting.
What a piece of emotional paradox. Well done, Laura.
Thank you so much!