This piece is submitted for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to David Stweart for our photo prompt and to Rochelle for hosting this weekly photo challenge. Please click on the lil froggy – at the end of this piece – for other stories.
There’s just a rusting iron fence remaining. The grand antebellum house is gone. Kudzu vine covers its foundation. I drove here today because Mother is dying and, when this was a home for single mothers, she’d taken us to live here.
Daddy was in hospital, then, being treated for some mysterious illness Mother’s family had whispered about – as though a curse had come true.
Sister Agnes greeted us and showed us to our room. It was a small room with four cots. “Thank you, Sister,” Mother said.
I remember, just outside the French doors was a balcony and banana trees and Heaven’s sky.
This is a photograph of Kudzu vine: