My first stab at Friday Fictioneers, I couldn’t pass up the gorgeous image provided as prompt!
It was laid out before me, literally in black and white. I had not expected such skillful illustration from the child I knew, who now stood before me a man.
“Please don’t be angry,” he began, “but I can’t do this alone. You are my first choice, of course, but if you won’t do it…” his voice trailed at these words.
I knew he was serious. One look into those brown eyes, full of compassion and love, I knew he would go on. Without me. I prayerfully considered what my heart compelled me to do.
“I want to…I long to go with you, but…” I stammered. I’m an old woman, I thought. How could I possibly go and be of help. Yet to be left behind was beyond my comprehension.
“It is done. We leave at sunset.”
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff for hosting Friday Fictioneers.
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