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Friday Fictioneers – Lips So Blue

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.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

Many thanks to the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for rounding up Friday Fictioneers

 

 

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Letters from inside my head

20 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Lips So Blue

  1. 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!

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