Motherly Love – Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carrol

Maria held her swaddled baby tight in her arms. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks and fell on the child’s face who was sleeping soundly through all the noise and terror. Her tiny lips started sucking and Maria smiled. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you,’ she whispered.

Maria kissed the baby’s head and, ignoring every screaming protest in her body, she leaned out of the window and let go. In slow motion she watched her baby fall into the outstretched arms ten floors below.

Slumping next to the cot, she sobbed as the black smoke engulfed her.


This story is based on eye witness accounts of a mother dropping her child ten floors at Grenfell Towers. Miraculously, a man on the street caught the baby and it survived. I cannot find any information about the mother or if she survived.


This was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple. 

The aim is to write a story up to 100 words based on a photo prompt.

To see other stories for this prompt click here.


Author: Jennifer Kennedy

Mother, teacher and writer. I love all my jobs but writing holds a special place in my heart. I hope you enjoy reading my short stories as much as I enjoy writing them!

34 thoughts on “Motherly Love – Friday Fictioneers”

  1. A net or some sort of inflatable cushion might have been a better choice. Falling seven floors into someone’s arms would probably be disastrous.

    That said, it was a tragic piece, a mother’s self-sacrifice for her child.

    1. I agree James. An event similar to this happened at Grenfell Towers when a mother had to drop her child ten floors to a man on the street. Miraculously, the baby survived.

  2. I remember this being reported at the time, though I understood that the facts later could not be verified. Nevertheless, whatever the truth, it was a chilling tale and very imaginable.

  3. You wrote that beautifully. You picked such excellent details to make us feel we were watching. The sentences “Her tiny lips started sucking and Maria smiled. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you,’ she whispered.” were particularly powerful and poignant.

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