By Lynn M. Rice
Hugging Mom is like throwing my arms around a bolt of silk. Hugging Dad, like cuddling a pillow. Tears prickle.
My dad’s arms fold as he watches me inch through security. Mom plays with her purse strap. When I exit the metal Arc de Triomphe and grab up my backpack, I wave. They wave.
They don’t move as I tread down Concourse D toward my semester abroad. When I turn the corner by the closest gate, when they can no longer see me, I cheat. I peek.
Their backs are turning; they are the ones abandoning me. That’s when I cry.
Such a full range of emotions for a short story! Loved it!
Thanks, Sarah!!
Proud of you, Lynn!!
Thank you, Miriam!!
That ending really clinches this fine piece.
Thank you very much, David! I’m glad you liked it and am encouraged by your words.
Lynn, You capture the emotions so vividly in this saying goodbye
piece. Loved the ending!
I’m so glad! Thank you very much!
Lynn, these 100 words deserve 100 percent. So, so poignant.
Thank you kindly, Nadia!!
This was an interesting read considering that I will be saying goodbyes and heading to college next year. It comes quickly! Great job capturing this scene.
Thank you, Joanna, and congratulations on your upcoming graduation! It’s such an exciting time!
Loved it!
Yay! Thanks, Meghashri!