Waiting


As a little white rabbit said “I’m late, I’m late…”

But I managed to pull something together eventually.  The thing about Friday Fictioneers is the big hook, once you’re on you just don’t want to wriggle off!  The photo this week is courtesy of Lora Mitchell and the Friday Fictioneers are lovingly corralled each week by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Genre: Fiction

Word Count:  100

Waiting

Martha stares out at the city one last time.

Seems she is always waiting.

She had waited for a husband to love.

She had waited a while for their first child.

She had waited in vain for their second.

She had waited for her husband to love her as she loved him.

 

She waits for the bus, holding one bag and one silent child, ‘can’t have any more that don’t speak’

She waits at her mother’s door for the comforting arms that will hold them both; for the heart that is bigger than the ocean, to envelop them in love.

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42 Responses to Waiting

  1. Sweet sad story – glad she’s got her mother :)

    • Yes, mothers rock!
      Thanks for reading. I’ll be over to read yours later, got Wales v England 6 Nations rugby this afternoon – grand slam decider for England.

  2. Sad but still a feel-good factor at the end. Nice one. Enjoy your rugby. I’ve been watching the rained-off qualifying for F1. :)

  3. This a sad story written nicely.

  4. Oh so sad.. but as long as there is a mother to comfort i hope she will be okay.

  5. Sad and hopeful at once. Poor Martha – at least she has someplace that she and her child can find shelter and love.

  6. Sad story Dee. Thank goodness for moms. Enjoy the Rugby match!

    Tom

  7. Dee, hope the rugby’s going your way. Wish we got it here. As for being late, you’re not too late unless the links are closed. You’re so right about the hook–it’s an addictive one!!

    Am I right that the child is mute? Nicely done story of the love of two moms.

    janet

    • Hi Janet
      Thanks for reading and yes you are right, the child is mute.
      The rugby was superb, Wales 30 England 3 which means Wales denied England a Grand Slam victory and won the 6 Nations Championship on points.
      A great day in Cardiff.

  8. An original take for this difficult photo prompt. Nicely done! :)

  9. This is beautiful, I have goose bumps all over!

  10. A mother’s love surpasses all other. Very good.

  11. I feel like giving both of them a big hug. You moved me with this story. :)

  12. A creative take on this prompt, Dee. Very nicely done.

  13. I felt the emotion, I wonder if she wanted a do over, or if that thought would be too cruel for her to imagine.

  14. Dear Dee,
    A very sweet story. If you’re open to a bit of constructive crit, I think If you took out the word had in had waited, it will strengthen those sentences. Since the first couple of sentences are present tense, we’ll get the idea without the passive voice. “She waited for a husband. She waited…” and so on. Of course, it’s your call but I’d urge you to try it on for size. ;)
    Shalom,
    Rochelle

    • Dear Rochelle
      Thank you for reading and for your comments. I originally wrote this in the present tense and then wondered if people would understand, so I changed it.
      I’ll put up another version and see what happens.
      Thanks as usual for taking the time for constructive criticism
      Happy Sunday
      Dee

  15. Mother’s are the ones who are always there ! Nice

  16. Dear Dee,

    This was a really wonderful story. Made me sad, made me smile, made me glad you’re on the bus with us.

    Aloha,

    Doug

  17. I am so glad she had somewhere to go. God bless the warm comfort and security of mothers. NIce work, Dee.

  18. It seems her husband could not or would not give her unconditional and complete love.

  19. This is excellent! Absolutely! The style and the story are great!

    And even before the story, I was amused by “lovingly corralled” :-)

  20. One of these days I’ll climb aboard the fiction train… :)

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