Monday, May 21, 2012

Quest (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google images. I own nothing.

“Quest?” She stepped out of the closet, her arms filled with plastic hangers, some broken, some not. “What kind of a quest?”

“I’m not sure.” I perched on the edge of the bed and watched her painstakingly separate each hanger into color coded piles. There were some days I wondered about this woman.

“I see and you are telling me this because….?” She let the words trail off as she gathered up the plastic rainbow once more, with all intent of heading to the laundry room.

“Because they said before I left, I’d need a mother’s blessing.”

She froze in the doorway, a mask on her face as if she didn’t quite trust herself to look at me. “I’m not your mother, Kyle.” She said, at last.

“No. But you’re the closest thing I have to a mother.”

(C) Sara Harricharan


Joanne Sher said...

Ohh -want the rest of the story. Please :) (and I've missed these!!)