Escaping the Cold

january-snowfall-nighttime

Photo Prompt (c) Sarah Potter

She stuffed the last things in her case and closed it.

Bending down, she kissed his head.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, absent-mindedly brushing his fringe out of his eyes. She couldn’t remember the last night of unbroken sleep. Her head felt so grainy.

She heaved her luggage outside and asked the driver to stop at a cashpoint en route.

***

She shivered as the plane taxied to the runway. Her heart was hammering. It wasn’t only the cold she was escaping.

She felt a tear spill from her eye as the last image of her dead son flooded her mind.

Word count: 99

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here

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43 thoughts on “Escaping the Cold

  1. Lynn Love says:

    I’m with Neil – what the …? Maybe he died of natural causes and she just couldn’t face her old life without him. And maybe he didn’t. Kind of creepy, but very well told, Clare. You have us all guessing now

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  2. Magaly Guerrero says:

    I’m joining Neil’s and Lynn’s voice here, I want to know more. My heart is pounding anxiety into my rib cage. I want to know what led her to this last moment with her boy–who she obviously loves very much, but had to… I don’t want to say it. Because it hurts too much. Poor woman.

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