By Emma
He stared up at the house. A light was on in the kitchen.
“They’ve read it by now,” Molly said.
He only nodded. The house was quiet.
“Do you want me to go in with you?” she asked.
He blinked and found a word. “No.”
She squeezed his hand. “Good luck.” A moment later, her footsteps faded to silence behind him.
The door opened before he put his hand on the doorknob. His mother’s eyes were red, but she smiled.
“I’m so glad you’re home,” she said, and hugged him.
It was then that he let himself begin to cry.
Reblogged this on Mama Librarian and commented:
My first flash fiction on The Drabble.
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Beautiful! Touching.
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Reblogged this on jackiperrette and commented:
Perfectly captured this significant life moment.
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Great flash! Wonderfully moving and suggestive. Well done:)
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those moments,,, good
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Reblogged this on K. L. Romo and commented:
A great flash fiction piece. It captured so much with so few words.
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Awesome piece Emma. Stirs such feeling using so few words.
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Beautifully written, but sad piece of family life. Thank you for sharing it with us
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Here’s today’s Sunday Drabble Archive selection …
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