FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: EVERY FRIDAY AUTHORS FROM AROUND THE WORLD GATHER TO SHARE THEIR 100-WORDS BASED ON THE PHOTO PROMPT HOSTED BY ROCHELLE WISOFF, OFFERING CONSTRUCTIVE CRIT AND ENCOURAGEMENT TO EACH OTHER. READERS ARE ENCOURAGED TO COMMENT AS WELL. HERE’S MY (SHORT) CONTRIBUTION…
The sunlight shimmered through the ornament I had given ma when six, cascading blue waves across the kitchen floor. The dolphin seemed to play between the mess boxes I had already taped up and was still attempting to pack with glassware. It was going to be difficult to let this place go; riding the boxy waves I reminisced running through this kitchen in my childhood.
“Do you think your mother would like that ornament in the window of her room at the home?” Steve asked as he entered my disheveled kitchen sea. I broke and became a torrent of tears.