By Tom Stewart
Moody as ever, Melissa hadn’t spoken since pickup. Ahead, something black lay in the road.
“Mom, you’ll hit it!”
“I’m afraid it’s already dead, dear.”
“It’s Shadow!” cried Melissa.
“No,” said Mother. “Shadow’s paws are white.”
“Stop!” screamed Melissa. “It’s going to get smushed!”
“Honey, there’s no room to pull over.”
Mother started by, then stopped, blocking the road. Horns began blaring. Mother exited, lifted the black cat, and placed it gently off the road.
A motorist swore. Mother turned and raised her middle finger, then returned to the car.
Moving again, Melissa leaned over and kissed Mother on the cheek.
A lovely story and it really highlights the relationship between the mum and daughter in an interesting yet simple event.
Moving (the kiss)- dramatic (the black cat), effective (the evolution)…
Instant tearing!
No Shadow, all sunshine, roses and kisses…
Love it!
And I know Melissa. She’s still a jerk. Doesn’t like it when I shoot Chipmonks
Melissa is moving
sweet.
Nicely done!
Nice mental visuals. Sweet ending!
Wow. So much conveyed in this story. Felt that mother daughter moment.
Lovely story. Give us more.