Friday Fictioneers: Broken Light

Michael sat, the scraps of paper spilled out in front of him. He had been so busy since his mother passed two days after Christmas he barely had time to grieve. He hired a company to come in and take away her things. They donated most of it. These snippets were all that was left. He vaguely remembered her telling him about this. Write the highlight of your week each week for a year. It seemed silly at the time, and he had only half listened. His mother talked, a lot.

Sitting here now, reading her words, he found he missed her voice.

This week’s photo: © Priya Bajpal

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly 100 word writing challenge inspired by a picture prompt. Click here to read other stories.

31 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Broken Light

  1. I remember visiting my parents every summer (traveling from Washington state to Colorado). Halfway through a one week stay my mind would go numb thinking, ‘If only Mom would stop talk, talk, talking.’ I found a recording of her and my father the other day. YUM! Thanks for the well-written reminder.

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  2. Strange how we even miss the annoying things about those we love after they’ve gone. Your story is a good reminder not to get too annoyed by such things while the person is still with us. Nicely told.

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