In The Palm Of Your Hand

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


 Copyright –    Claire Fuller

I dream of you, running through the meadow in your wedding dress.
“I don’t want to die.”
I caress your tear-stained cheek and whisper: “I am sorry.”
In my dream, you are young and beautiful…you are my favorite memory.


“Don’t call me aunt, call me Suzi.” you demanded vehemently and I would tease you. “Ok, aunty!”
The mist that covered our years of arguments and affection, dispersed with my acquired wisdom. My eyes are clear.
You held me in the palm of your hand, even when I didn’t know it.


I see you all the time.
In my reflections.


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