Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for another Friday Fictioneers Prompt.
PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford
Looking out the window, all I saw were tall buildings and people. My heart fluttered with fear. I wanted to pack her up and take her home. This sprawling metropolis overwhelmed this small town mom. A person could get lost here.
Her excitement vibrated off the walls of the room. Where she saw adventure, I saw reruns of Dateline and posters of missing loved ones. These were her dreams. The fear all mine.
I wrapped my arms around my daughter. It was time to let go. “I’m so proud of you. You’re gonna love it here.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Matilda took the pills and sat her cup aside. She gripped the sink’s edge to steady the relentless tremors.
Gazing out the window, she watched the ripples turn to rapids. Unprecedented flooding, forecasters warned, move to higher ground.
She’d lived by that river her entire married life made memories here.
Matilda, her gait unsteady, ambled to Fred’s recliner and dropped exhausted into the chair. Warning banners ran across the silent TV screen.
She closed her eyes against the sound of rushing water and pressed Fred’s picture to her chest. Hold on honey; I’m moving to higher ground.
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