You insist on doing the button of your polo shirt yourself. It takes long seconds and I am impatient. Come on, I have to get to work.
Wait, Mummy, wait.
I bundle you out the door, the button half done. A quick kiss at the school gates. Mummy loves you.
The train station is heaving with bodies. The click-click of power heels, suits rushing past – ‘scuse me, ‘scuse me.
A firecracker sounds, everybody drops. I stand confused, wishing I’d let you fix your button.
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I only managed 84 words this week, and I’m a bit late to the party but better late than never.
This piece was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple.
Each week a photo prompt is given and the challenge is write a flash fiction piece of no more than one hundred words.
Find other Friday Fictioneer stories here.
A clever evocation of a panicked mind
Thanks Neil
Dear Jen,
You went farther in 86 words than some go in 200. The story’s a well directed sucker punch to the gut. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks so much Rochelle.
Those little ‘what ifs’ of fate. Nicely done.
Thanks Iain!
Ow. This really packed a punch in just 84 words. Amazing.
Thanks Ellie!
I like your use of second person narrative – it works very well for this piece, keeping the story close to home and very emotional. All parents have been there – rushing about, just trying to get them out the door – and we’ve all had panicked moments too, filled with regret. You wrote this so well
Thanks so much Lynn! Being a parent is an emotional ride.
How very true
I felt every moment of this story. So well-written.
Thanks so much!
Brilliant x Like everyone says an amazing use of just 84 words!
Thanks Anna! x
Excellent story. I hope it was just a firecracker and not something worse.
Thanks Penny! Me too.