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.