A Reminder
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The road ahead was steep and endless.
The walls closed in, suffocating her.
She spied a crack, a ray of hope.
Her breath eased.
She hurried towards it.
A sheer cliff.
Another dead end.
Or was it a sign?
To give in.
To jump.
“Mamma, should we count to three?” Her trusting innocence shone through the black eye.
“No!”
“Should we go back?”
“No.”
“Then let’s walk on.” She tugged her.
“It’s dark and unknown. What if we…you get tired?”
“We’ll go slowly. One step at a time.”
“But…”
“Have you forgotten our song Mamma?”
“Which song?”
“We shall overcome, some day.”
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
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Powerful and draped with intense emotions. Nice. Dahlia. 🤓
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Thanks Asha🌹
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Almost teared me up! Beautiful.
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Thanks a lot Pradita😊
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Welcome 😊 😊
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Lovely with a wonderful message, you have to go on
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Thanks a lot Michael
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That’s a terrific story! There’s a great deal of emotional truth in your plot. Our responsibilities, that seem to weigh so heavily on us, can often be the very things that keep us going.
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Thanks Penny for your kind comment🌹
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Dear Dahlia,
I like the way the abused child gives her equally abused mother the strength to go on. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks a lot Rochelle.
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The strength of children is often looked over. I love how the child helps the mother be strong.
Beautifully done, Dahlia
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Thanks Dale 🙂
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well put. when in doubt, follow your heart.
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Thank you Plaridel
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Lovely, the strength of the child will see them through I hope.
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I hope so too! Thanks.
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well put. when in doubt, follow your heart.
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You know sometimes strength comes from people around you than with in when you are torn and hurt, and more than that its so easy to break in wen a child is also suffering and you are responsible for bringing her/him in…yet people around you are like hot air balloons holding your hand and letting you fly in the air, this hand holding can save lives…..and thank to such good people who stand around like a rock……
We shall overcome some day………
lovely, yet heartbreaking…
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Loved the style, left me breathless reading it in short bursts, just like the characters actions.
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Thank you Iain for your lovely comment 🙂
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These two make a good team. They’ll make!
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I too am sure they will. Thanks for reading 🙂
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Glad she didn’t jump with her child. I know some adults believe their lives are hopeless and they choose suicide, but at least give your children a shot at living. Don’t take them with you. Of course, once a parent takes their own life, in a way, they’ve already destroyed their child’s too.
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Yes I completely agree with you. Thanks for reading.
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A powerful message, Dahlia. There are tough places in life we have to overcome. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks a lot Suzanne 🙂
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Her innocence and ignorance proved to be the strength for her mother…so much conveyed beautifully in so little words 👏🏼
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Thanks a lot dear MM
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Powerful take on the prompt. Sometimes it is the most innocent who lead.
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Thank you 🙂
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Powerful, riveting and heartbreaking in the same prose. In few selective words, you convey so much and then more.
We shall overcome, some day
I can only hope to write like this someday.
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I am overwhelmed – you write so beautifully yourself.
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Thank you ❤
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🙂
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