Flash Fiction: My Last Memory of Her

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.


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