My Mother’s Umbrella

“Why can’t you stop acting like I’m a goddamn baby?” My mom screamed at me as she donned her winter clothes.

“Mom, the doctors said you have to take the medication. It will help you heal your…”

“Stop listening to those gurus!”

You’re starting to forget, Mom.

“I will get an umbrella and leave this house!” She stormed out her bedroom. After several minutes, I calmly walk to our front yard – knowing she would be standing frozen in her tracks.

I opened the door and the summer’s heat kissed my skin. I sighed.

“Where is my umbrella?” Her voice wavered.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

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    1. Thank you very much! I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it. Yes, I can make this a bit longer — however, a 100-word story is my goal and I have written this to meet it. 🙂 Perhaps in the coming days, I will house back the longer flashes. God bless you, Sarah. 🙂

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