Marlene had searched for her mother’s grave for a very long time.
All those years she had wondered what she would feel, surprisingly she didn’t feel anything.
The love had been long gone, had been beaten out of her so many years ago. The anger had disappeared the day she felt happiness and love for the first time.
The place looked peaceful, what took her by surprise.
“I forgive you,” she quietly said, then, she reached up and felt the scar under her fingertips.
“But I will never forget.”
She turned around and walked away.
Finally, her search was over.
Word count: 100
The Friday Fictioneers are held by my blogging friend Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Every week she gives us a photograph, and she asks us to write a short story with 100 words or less. It’s fun. Give it a try!
A good story of moving on.
Great take on the prompt.
Beautifully written.
A sad story but where there is closure and forgiveness there is hope. Lovely piece.
I’m glad that this character has found some peace. Well written. Loved it.
I’m happy she found love–and closure. There’s a lot in this little piece. Great writing.
Thank you
I see my comment is still in moderation, so maybe I should clarify my thought and you could edit it, or delete part, please. I used the expression “wrestling demons” just like people mean it nowadays, but it might be confusing to some people. The word anger could be substituted: I mean that we allow anger to direct our lives when we give in to it. Then it takes a real turn around to get anger to loosen its grip on us. But if you think it’s best, just delete it as well as this one, since I was replying as much to the commenters as to your story.
Thanks.
So very glad for her (you) that closure was found. It is the only way to move forward and enjoy life, I think!
Moving forward is the only direction that makes sense (Gosh do I wish someone would explain that to our SCROTUS.)
Buahahahah!!!
A bit of closure.
It’s always reassuring (and thereapeutic) for me to read the other side of the mother-daughter coin. Well done.
therapeutic – duh!
I am always relieved to see other people make typos as well. It’s not just me, what a relief.
Glad she found happiness in the end. Now I really hope she finds closure.
I think she did
I recognized you in the story. I’m glad both you and Marlene found the happiness <3
I was sure some of you would recognize me.
Dear Bridget,
Heartbreaking and well-layered story. It’s what you didn’t say that screams between the lines. Good job!
Shalom,
Rochelle
Dear Rochelle,
I am glad you liked it. There is always a message between the lines I am afraid.
Great photo choice.
Hugs,
Bridget
Wow so powerful!
Thank you Lynn
most welcome! your writing is wonderful
Totally get that. Haven’t even bothered to go to the cemetery to see mom’s stone. Don’t care to. In the end, she took even her body from me as she gave it to the local university. Months later, I received a package via FedEx with her ashes. A cold blooded way of doing things, I think. If I could, I would take a sledge to her stone, too.
You are not over her, but I guess you know that. I can read it between the lines. I had similar and more brutal feelings towards my own Mother many, many years ago. I am the girl with the scar on her head.
Find a way to forgive. Write a letter to her, spill your guts out and then let go. That’s the only advice I can give you -if I am allowed to give any advice to begin with.
Have done what you suggest many times, each time a new memory surfaces. The more I remember the more I realize just what a miracle it is just to be alive to tell the tale. That’s the way it is with brain injuries as I’m sure you know. One day you think you got it, the next it’s gone again.
I wish I could give you advice.
It’s a daily thing. I’m good. Tomorrow, I’ll remember something good. The next day, who knows. Just takin’ it one day at a time. 🙂 I do like that you care enough to offer, though. 🙂 <3 (hugs) Wish I could erase your scar.
It’s a part of me, it’s suppose to be where it is. Perhaps it made me who I am today.
I feel the same about my own scars. Who needs medals and awards, the scars are far more valuable. 🙂
Beautifully expressed~
Thank you, Cindy.
Not all childhoods are happy ones… maybe it takes the finality of death to be able to get closure.
I think so. Thank you for commenting!
Brilliant so much said with in those few words Bridget.. and to forgive is important, but i doubt many would forget.. <3 xxx <3
Thank you, Sue. Yes forgiving is the only way forward.
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Well done, Bridget. A sad story. I’m glad it ended with love and forgiveness.
Me too 🙂