Yellow Heart

(100-word flash fiction)

I got up early to make Mummy a marmalade sandwich with a heart hole for Mother’s Day. Daddy called it Yellow Heart.  He said it would make Mummy very happy when she got home.

It’s 8 o’clock and Mummy isn’t home yet, so Daddy made me a peanut butter sandwich. But, I was still hungry so I started to eat Mummy’s sandwich too, when the doorbell rang.

But it’s not Mummy, it’s a policeman with his hat in his hand. Why is he whispering to Daddy while staring at me?

Is Mummy not coming back because I ate her sandwich?


* Apparently, on SnapChat, Yellow Heart means you are #1 best friends with each other 🙂

I am a bit late this week because a story just wouldn’t form itself and I didn’t want to pull a premie out of my muse’s womb. I finally got one I am happy with 🙂 Thanks Rochelle for hosting this eclectic group of flash fiction addicts every week, week after week. I salute your dedication 🙂

Photo prompt –

PHOTO PROMPT © Kelvin M. Knight

30 comments on “Yellow Heart

  1. Poor little child ! I love her innocence and feel really bad for her.
    I hope the mother is alive . You make me want to read more. Great story ! 🙂

  2. Oh, man, what a horrible ending. I can just imagine the little guy fearing he’d killed his mother. Ah, the way little ones misunderstand things. Great story, if sad.

    • Thanks Jelli. Unfortunately, we all carry childhood trauma over the most innocent things, like feeling abandoned on the first day at school. Interestingly, I wrote the story with a boy child in mind and except for you, the others thought it was a girl child. Not that it matters, but it’s still interesting 🙂

  3. Well written. Excellent job of capturing an innocent child’s perspective–and the fact that they often blame themselves when something goes wrong. Hopefully, Mommy will survive the car wreck or whatever else may have happened.

    Thanks for the info on the yellow heart. That was new to me.

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