Friday Fictioneers: Remembrance


She remembered how she would watch her son play in the garden. He would jump in the puddles in his brown boots and dirty his trousers but she didn’t mind. The look on his face was worth it.

She had kept all his old things in a trunk; everything from those boots to his toy cars and every drawing he ever made.

Each year near the holidays he would promise her that he would visit but he never came. It was that time again. The phone rang; it was him telling her he couldn’t make it.

It was time to take out the trunk again.

This story has been written for Friday Fictioneers.

39 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Remembrance

  1. My heart aches for any mom who loves her child with such passion. I know. I have an only daughter upon whom my sun rises and sets. Wonderful telling of a sad story…

  2. Oh,this was heart-breaking!How some children grow up to be such insensitive souls beats me-must be something in the air -everything is corrupted!Sigh!A well written tale showing us a slice of real life…

  3. Dear Zainab,

    At first you were going with a child’s death story. But what you ended up with brought tears to my eyes. I have three grown sons. I’ll leave it at that. 😉 Well told and poignant.



  4. We’re blessed this year that not only will both our girls (plus a few other relatives and friends) be home for Christmas but that they love to come home. Your story conveys that other side of that picture so well.


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