I saw the sign. I heard her small voice say, “we should turn back.”
Jermaine, I chastised, always too sure of yourself.
The sky sure is blue from here. Small clouds, formed into puffs of slight dog fur, float by casting their shadows among the scattered glass.
If I could speak … a thousand things I know I should say.
An impromptu apology to my momma, for what I don’t know.
Maybe all the years of grief … maybe all the years to come.
Beside me her eyes stare like glass, reflecting rolling hills and jagged cliffs.
Her lips are so blue.
PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg
Many thanks to the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for rounding up Friday Fictioneers
Wow. Enigmatic, spooky and effective.. Good job.
Thank you!
That was spooky and eerie.
Thank you for reading
Dear Kelley,
A chilling piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you so much Rochelle!
Beautifully written, but quite unsettling there at the end. Great job.
Thank you for reading!
How incredibly sad. Beautifully done.
Thank you
You’ve constructed this beautifully. Your description of the surroundings foreshadows your description of Jermaine’s momma at the end (blue, glass, reflected rolling hills and jagged cliffs). I fear he’s pushed her beyond her limits and her heart is failing – and he still hasn’t made the apology that he knows he should make if only he could find the words. A tragic and moving story.
Kudos!
Thank you for reading!
Such a chilling end… I feel that sometimes you just have to listen a little bit more.
Thank you for reading! Yes, I think we’ve gotten pretty good at tuning out the things we don’t want to listen for.
A wonderful chilling piece. Great job.
Thank you!
This, for me was not so much chilling, as heartbreaking.
Quite poetic too. I liked it.
Thank you for reading!
Very beautifully told. I engaged with the narrator even though I wasn’t sure how I felt about him.
Thank you!