Another installment of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. 100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the link (after this piece) and come join us!
Thank you for this photograph, Rochelle, and the chance to write these words.
***I’ve changed this (two words worth) a bit since it first went up. This piece still doesn’t feel done to me…I’m going to keep it up, though. That’s just the way it goes sometimes…***
When Mae Ella Died
In the end, I couldn’t believe it.
The package arrived
the day after we lost father
the day before …
the day before…what mattered?
Then died my Mammy. The only true mother
I’d ever known.
in the center of the enclave
we remembered her
my sisters and my brothers
my mother and I.
I brought forth the package
sent by my Mammy.
nestled in the softest strands of silk
laid our father’s baby locks.
Everybody drank a little bit.
photo prompt ©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields