She shut her eyes against the sunlight filtering in from the closed curtains. The sound of the ball being bounced about in the tennis court brought on a pounding headache-the kind she was quite prone to now.

She looked at her son’s peaceful face as he snored gently, the carefree sleep of an eight year old. They had been at this for the past five days; having a party all night, walking the lawns, sighting the moon, listening to the waves crash on the boulders. And then sleeping away for the most part of the day.

Trying to shut out the memories of her husband, his father. Hearing his baritone above the sound of the ball. Of his scream as he jumped from the balcony. They had been asleep but she heard the final cry as he plunged seven stories to the concrete floor below.

“Mom”, he cried in his sleep, sobbing imperceptibly. “No, don’t push, Mom”.

Word Count: 158

Posted in response to the flash fiction challenge hosted by Priceless Joy- Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers . The photo prompt is used to write a short story of 100-150 words.


19 thoughts on “Memories

  1. Yikes. I didn’t see that coming. Is that what brought on the headaches? Your MC seems to have a whole set of her own problems. Makes you wonder if the father did something or she’s crazy. I would like to know of the significance of the partying. A celebration? Is no one suspicious?

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    1. Yes, a murderer due to any reason- his sins or hers. Headaches because of the crime and the guilt. And partying to push away the sorrow and to show the child, a normal life. This is what i wanted to convey, in any case. Thank you for reading and asking. Clarifies my own thinking process.

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