Saturday, July 31, 2021

She's still our mom

 ‘She’s gone.’

‘What do you mean, gone.’ Harry looked up from the workbench.

‘What do you think I mean?’

‘Don’t get snooty. Where’d she go?’

‘Away. She left this.’

Harry held out his hand, motioning his daughter forward.

He unfolded the sheet of paper.

Sorry. I can’t do this anymore.

‘Is that it?’

‘Her side of the wardrobe’s empty.’

‘I guess that’s that then.’

‘You need to go after her.’

‘What’s the point?’

‘You’re the cause of this. You need to fix it.’

‘We’ll survive.’

‘You’ll survive. What about us? She might be our step-mom, but she’s still our mom.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Margot Kinberg said...

Oh, that's potent, Rob. I like the extra layer of the 'step' relationship, too. This is really well-crafted.