I walked past the shadows in the park; decorated with the sprinkles of autumn. The same park that had seared itself into my memory and changed my life forever. A remnant of an old thrill passed through my spine, and I cursed it. I hated thrills now.
I hurried past it to the street, searching for the house that had dominated my dreams for 20 years.
I hesitated for just a moment before knocking and waited, for what?
She opened the door, catching her breath, holding it for support. I could see her rummage through her memories, peering into my face.
“Mom,” I said softly as a tear trickled down her wrinkled face.
Flash fiction in response to Weekend Writing Prompt hosted by the lovely Sammi Cox. Thank you, Sammi!
This week’s challenge.
Write a story in exactly 113 words that begins in the photo above. Where you go from there is up to you.