The crink in my neck is terrible, waiting lounges tend to have that effect.
The boys weren’t making things easier either; bouncing off the wall one minute, rolling on the floor the next.
I wouldn’t be making this trip if it wasn’t for ma, I don’t want her to miss out on the boys too.
Our five bedroom house is complete, just as Pa and I always dreamed, sadly we would not share the memory of tiny feet running across the marble tiles together.
Ma says they spent his last days whispering a blessing over us.
Sorry my story isn’t very impressive or interesting to me today.
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by J Hardy Carroll and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.