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