Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, here we go….


copyright - Björn Rudberg

 She would be 64 today. Her words float around me, echoes of the past: “Whenever I said I wouldn’t do something, life gave me no other choice.” I can hardly breathe, sitting here, ordinary woman in an ordinary place, looking at the half empty glass in front of me, listening to two tired souls playing yet another sad song. I wonder if she’d be disappointed to see me fractured like this. Or would she sit in a chair next to me and order another round? “Happy birthday, Mom.”, I whisper and promise myself I’ll do better.


I promise.


51 thoughts on “Fractured

  1. I’d like to think Mom would do both–be disappointed in the mourning and order another round while encouraging her to move on and enjoy her memories. Love well-portrayed in your story. Sorry that you have to miss your mom. Mine is still here, so that’s something yet in my future.



  2. Sad and beautiful – these emotions are so hard to put into words but you did it very well.
    I particularly like the way you put the word ‘tomorrow’ on a separate line and paragraph, making the fulfillment of the promise more distant and more unlikely


  3. Oh, this broke my heart. A common experience when we lose a loved one, we assess our actions with the question “What would ____ think if he/she saw me doing this?” Perhaps asking thee questions makes us more critical of ourselves than necessary. This story was dripping with remorse. Well done.


  4. Irena says:

    She would order another round,and raise a glass, I know that for fact. And she is proud of you, where she is…this great lady I have known in my life. Happy B day dear Nada.


  5. Such an intimate piece experiencing such private thoughts about something so troubling. It plays well with the intimacy I feel about this photo, too. Nice story!


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