Flash Fiction Friday - Mom

Best of Intentions

By Kathleen Kimball-Baker

Sally’s white hair sparkled in afternoon sunlight

She lifted her head from the couch.

“Where am I?”

 “You’re with me, Mom.”

“I don’t know what’s happening anymore.”

“It’s OK. I’ll take care of you, promise.” 

Light shifted, glistening off little white bristles on Sally’s chin.

Her daughter had promised once
she’d always keep those plucked.

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So about last week's 55 . . .


Honestly, I don't know where this stuff comes from.
Which is why I just love participating in Flash 55 Friday.
 I sit down and what comes flying down from my imagination
 and through my fingers into the keyboard is what you see.
I know that that I've red bits and pieces about Aboriginal people
of Australia and the Dream Time and creation stories.
I know that I've always wanted to go to Uluru, that it calls to me.
And so all that coalesced into last week's strange little tale.
That's as much as I know, folks!
(Hope that's enough 'splainin' for Ms Boomer!)


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To join the fun, write any story you like in 55 words (no more, no less).

Then tell Mr. Knowitall, aka G-Man by leaving a a comment

on his own Flash-55 post.