Seven
Sitting in that chair, next to the framed photo of papa, that was mama’s spot. If she wasn’t in the kitchen, she was sitting in that chair. Smiling.
The months before death came, however, were not kind. Mama was in too much pain to smile and I was scared that I’d forever remember her as she was in her final days. I’m not worried about that now.
I still can’t bring myself to write the date on the back of the photo, though. Everyone knows that I didn’t even purchase the camera until almost a full month after mama’s funeral.
Nicole, niiiiiiice.
Love the twist at the end.
Thank you!
I've been loving everyone else's drabbles and finally decided I had to figure out how to verbalize what I felt the moment I looked at photo seven.
(Great pic choices, as always, Tep.)
Oh, Nicole -- you gave me shivers!
(Lee suggested at least half of the pictures, if not more. So I thank you for the compliment, and I'm passing it on to Lee.)
That's wonderful, Nicole! It took me a minute (which is probably because I am tired like whoa), but then it hit me with a nice spooky wallop. Very good indeed.
And Tep, you and Lee picked awesome pictures this time. I'm definitely going to do another, or maybe two. I had a hard time deciding on my first one.
Nicole, spooky! Now I have the shivers.
No shit that gave me shivers. Wow. Good one, Nicole! Good to see you back here, too.
Nicely shivery, Nicole. Sly punch at the end.
Sail, yours was just very sad and angry.
Nice ones.
