When I swing open the door, it’s not Mom
gliding up the steps in her usual breezy gait.
It’s not her smile that greets me.
Not her laugh. Not her excited,
breathless retelling of her day.
It’s not her.
“Mom?”
It’s the only word I can
make my lips form as the two police officers climb up the porch steps. It’s the only sound that leaves my throat
while they stand in front of me with their sad eyes and sympathetic frowns. It’s the only name I can think of when they
ask if there’s anyone I can call.
Anyone who can take care of
me now that she’s gone.
They throw out letters and
syllables like accident and died instantly and no pain, but my brain can’t seem to connect those words with the
only one that truly matters to me anymore.
The only one I need to be there.
Mom.
all i have to say is !!!
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ReplyDeleteAwesome! You've really captured the character's emotions here.
ReplyDeleteAnd um...you need to update your blog and add your new book to it!