This is a piece I’ve written for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – a weekly photo prompt for writers. Write 100-150 words (give or take 25 words). The purpose is to have fun while improving our writing skills. Yay to that and thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting this weekly prompt. Please drop by to read and/or participate…it’s a great help to many of us to have these sorts of prompts and a great deal of work for the host. Thank you so much, PJ.
The day we buried Mom was something love is made of. I was twelve years old. Uncle Jim spoke so magically about her. He proclaimed her to be the only woman he’d ever truly loved.
Uncle Jim’s partner was seated beside me. Uncle Karl. He looked down at me uncomfortably. I sensed his gaze and took his hand. I squeezed it tightly and looked up into his face.
Later, at Uncle Jim’s and Uncle Karl’s condo, I approached Uncle Jim. He looked at me. It must have been the saddest look I’d ever seen cross his face. There were tears on his cheeks. He motioned to Uncle Karl.
“Why don’t I just start calling you Dad?” I asked.
Uncle Jim and Uncle Karl exchanged questioning glances.
“Mom told me right before she died,” I said.
Oh!, What an after party there was then! We were all so carried away by a joyful peace.
Image Credit: Dawn M. Miller