“Mom…Mom….” *the pitch rises* “Mooom” screams Riley from the
garage like room
“Yes, Riley?”
“I need a Holowine costume. Everyone in school is talking
about it”
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“Its Haloween and honey, you know we don’t have that kind of
money”
“But, we have all this trinkets, these twine and sea things, make something for me”
“But, we have all this trinkets, these twine and sea things, make something for me”
Mom resigned to Riley’s innocence
“OK, I will make a mermaid costume for you”
“Yay, Now I will feel a part of my friends and not lonely as
usual”
“Are you lonely?” asks mom
“I have no friends; they say I’m not one of them”
That evening a mother hugged her child with tears in her
eyes in the dim light of the refugee camp
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers
Dear DeeDee.
ReplyDeleteVery sweet story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle :)
DeleteAhh, that last line...
ReplyDeleteHeart wrenching, isn't it
DeleteThanks for dropping by Clairefuller :)
Ah, what a heart-breaker your story is. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lore
DeleteMay god bless everyone :)
Heart-breaking!
ReplyDeleteYes it is. God bless whoever may go through anything like that
DeleteThanks for dropping by Clare :)
Sweet and sad at the same time
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by Dale :)
DeleteSo sad.. hopefully, being mermaid will help.
ReplyDeleteI hope that too..
DeleteThanks for dropping by Brudberg :-)