March 8, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a balloon. It can be a party balloon or a hot air balloon. How does it add to your story? Go where the prompt leads.
My Last Memory of Her
I remember that day clearly, although I wasn’t old enough to know what was really happening. We went for a walk in the park with dad pushing mom in the wheelchair. Passing a tourist stand, mom bought me a balloon in the shape of a heart. I climbed into her lap, holding tight to my new prized possession, but it slipped through my fingers.
As I began to cry, she whispered, “Just because you can’t see it anymore, doesn’t mean that it isn’t there.”
I didn’t know it, but she was trying to prepare me for her own departure.
6 responses to “Flash Fiction: My Last Memory of Her”
That hit hard! My heart hurts and I may end up crying
As a writer, I want to evoke feeling for the reader, so I feel as if I have done my job. Of course I do not want anyone to feel bad, but I am glad that my story meant enough to you that you felt it.
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Absolutely, being a writer myself, I completely understand what you mean. You’ve done a good job!
Beautifully told from the child-now-adult perspective.
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A touching story and a lovely way for a mother to prepare a child.