The Moon

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Ted Strutz for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

The place was filled with joy, laughter and champagne. I was not happy.

I stood where I could see the moon.
Droplets of pearls — her words —fell from my eyes.
“I miss you, mom.”
She wanted to go there.

I run downstairs.
Go to my laptop…log in…fill the form. Hit submit.

“Mom, I’ll go where you wanted to go. Dad’s got a new wife and here’s to my new life. Guide as always.” I speak a silent prayer.

“Moon watch out, I’ll be coming soon.” A promise, I make to the moon.