Why did she give it to me? I felt scorched by the crochet lace.
Arianna watched as her daughters expression changed from apprehension, to anger, to betrayal.
“Mia I am not judging you.”
Choking down threathening tears “then why have you given this to me, you know that David and I already live together.”
“It’s a gift of love Mia, a welcome blanket to another phase of your life as a wife.”
“But I am no longer ….”
“I know. I wish you had kept the tradition, but what good is it if you don’t feel or understand the love that shaped it.”
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, 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.