PHOTO PROMPT- © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The hospice nurse had just left. Last night was not a good night.
Marion stood at the sink rinsing tea cups. It helped to do mundane things. She thought about her mom. They had spent many hours reminiscing, looking at old photo albums and laughing. That’s how she would remember…the two of them laughing so hard that their stomachs hurt.
The sun was rising and morning fog draped the edge of the garden. Marion was startled by a flash of light in the mist that looked like a woman dancing…laughing. When she turned, Marion knew.
“Oh Mama…I love you…goodbye…”
Kat – 17 December 2015
A flash of a story for Friday Fictioneers based on the photo prompt above. Thanks to Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields for hosting this weekly challenge. If you would like to read other stories or submit your own story, click HERE.
like mercury colliding... 
December 17th, 2015 at 12:06 pm
Sweet and sad
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December 17th, 2015 at 1:59 pm
Beautiful you made me cry! We have been visiting our neighbour in a hospice today …. it was not as restful as your version. ❤
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December 17th, 2015 at 6:11 pm
Sending peaceful thoughts your way Willow. How sweet that you visit your neighbor. ❤️
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December 18th, 2015 at 6:15 am
Thanks ❤ I have known her for at least 30yrs
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December 17th, 2015 at 3:42 pm
Aw, that made me cry! Very sweet.
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December 17th, 2015 at 6:09 pm
Oh Joy…I’m sorry it made you cry! Fog is always a bit touched by melancholy for me. Thank you for commenting. ☺️
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December 18th, 2015 at 12:47 am
*sniff*
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December 18th, 2015 at 2:57 am
☺️
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December 18th, 2015 at 9:18 am
Such a sweet and sad story. Her having to say goodbye to her mother. Sad.
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December 18th, 2015 at 9:53 am
Though I did not have this experience personally, I have had “signs” from loved ones after their passing. In particular at my dad’s funeral, a single rose from an arrangement lifted before my eyes and fell at my mom’s feet. It always comforted me. 🙂
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December 18th, 2015 at 10:00 am
That is amazing! Your dad was giving your mom a rose! How sweet!
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December 18th, 2015 at 11:31 am
Yep! I have never forgotten it. Sadly his funeral was on the day that would have been their anniversary. He always gave her roses…which, of course, made it all the more poignant a gesture. 🙂
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December 18th, 2015 at 11:33 am
Oh my gosh, yes! That really touches my heart!
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December 18th, 2015 at 11:37 am
🙂
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December 20th, 2015 at 7:58 pm
When my dad passed away I went outside. It was night and the moon was crescent. I looked up and it seemed to be smiling at me. It’s a common sight, I know, now, but before then I had never considered a crescent moon a smile. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
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December 20th, 2015 at 8:00 pm
A lovely memory to cherish Dawn. I don’t think there are many coincidences in the world. ❤️
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December 21st, 2015 at 5:11 am
Dear Kat,
Sweet story. Well written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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December 21st, 2015 at 6:38 am
Thank you Rochelle. Peace to you! 😊
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December 21st, 2015 at 10:12 am
Sad, and yet joyful. Well done.
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December 21st, 2015 at 10:34 am
Thank you Sandra. Sometimes little signs can give one comfort after the loss of a loved one. I personally have experienced things that can’t be explained. 🙂
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