The Flowers – #Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word-story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.  This week’s prompt is below. (See pic)Photo Credit © Dale Rogerson

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Rita caught the last train. The move had left her exhausted and the house was still a mess.

She checked her phone—there were no messages.

From her window seat, she could see life slipping by, somewhat like the passing scenery. With a workaholic husband and kids who’d flown the nest, the element of predictability was choking her now.

Today, though, she really wished the boys were around. As she turned the knob to open the door, her face lit up to hear them—

“Happy Birthday, Mom!”

Neil smiled, pointing to the flowers on the table.

She was finally home.

(100 words)

 

44 thoughts

  1. We had only one child and when she was gone everyone was gone. So I can identify. Thankfully I stepped into a new phase and became a volunteer English tutor for immigrant women — a hobby that gave me very much pleasure. There’s always someone who needs a mature friend. ☺

    1. Thank you for sharing your thoughts Christine. Yes, getting involved with something becomes even more important at a point when the kids are gone and there is a vacuum that stares at us! Wishing you well in your volunteering activities! You certainly did the right thing!

  2. Wow I’m glad Rita was given a lovely surprise on her birthday 🙂
    Very nice take on the prompt!

    1. Thank you Vishal! Life isn’t all that bleak, after all…One of those moments when we are pleasantly surprised and our assumptions take a back seat!

    1. Thank you For your appreciation. This is my second time at FF and loving it. Will hop over to read the rest of the stories tonight! Thanks for the encouragement. 🙂

    1. Thank you Kala! It is a very scary thought now that it is coming in a few years’ time! Why don’t you also join in to participate in #FF? You’ll love it Kala

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