Barbara Beacham is the kind host of Monday’s Finish the Story. Every week a photo and the first sentence of the story is shared and the challenge is to finish the story in 100 – 150 words. Thanks Barbara for this week’s photo and the challenge.
Finish the story begins with: “Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life.”
“Why am I here? What am I doing here?” she said.
She took out her cell phone.
“My sweet baby. Why did you leave us and go? I should have protected you from everything. I’m your mom.” she said.
With a heavy heart she started walking towards the sea. She stood deep in it. The dark blue water first ate her body and then slowly swallowed her head. Her eyes… now closed.
She was happy; she was running after her little baby.
“Don’t go away Jamie. Come to mommy.” she screamed loudly.
“Are you alright, hon?” asked James.
“Oh! It was Jamie. I so wish that I never wake up from these dreams. It is the only time that seems real to me.”
James took her in his arms as she cried the whole night.
Copyright – Barbara Beacham
A great thanks once again to Barbara. Thanks to all my readers for their time and comments too.
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A sad story Norma! Well done with the play on the emotions! Thanks for again writing for the MFtS challenge! I hope to see by back again soon! Be well… ^..^
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Thanks Barbara. I tried writing a happy story but then changed completely to this…a sad one. 😦
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It worked well!
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So sad, but you conveyed her pain very well. Funny how happy sometimes turns to sad when we least expect it. Nicely done.
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Thanks for reading and commenting. Glad that you liked it.
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Very poignant, Norma, and well written. You really show the pain and suffering of this poor mother. To lose a child to drowning must be truly heartbreaking.
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Thanks for your kind comment Millie. Loosing a child is always a disaster for any parent. Sorry for the late reply.
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Such an excellent story with deep emotion and so very sad.
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Thanks Joy. It’s amazing that sometimes the stories call out so loud that there is no way to turn a deaf ear to them.
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You did an excellent job with the “voice”!
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Thanks. 🙂
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That’s such a sad story, but well written.
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Thanks for reading and commenting Ali.
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This is a poignant one, Norma. I’m learning that no matter how old the children get, they are still my ‘baby,’ and I’ve heard many other parents who say they feel that way, too. You’ve done a great job here by taking the photo in a melancholy direction, with a story-within-a-story. Bravo!
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Thanks for your starry words Leigh. Parents are grown ups and for them even a 50 year old will remain a child. 🙂
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A sad story, Norma, but well done. That’s a mother’s worst nightmare. I felt the sorrow. — Suzanne
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I agree “a mother’s worst nightmare” nothing should happen to my child. Thanks Suzanne for reading and commenting. Sorry for the late reply.
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Sometimes the story writes itself…it seems yours wanted to show grief. Nicely done.
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Yes, Ansumani the story shouted out loud. I thought of writing a cozy kind of a story but this made its way out. I’m glad that you liked it.
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