(100-word flash fiction)
“I suppose the link between the spirit world and the human world would be memory.”
Bella says softly, sitting at her mother’s bedside, gazing at her father’s framed photo.
“You know, I never grieved Dad’s passing. His memories are so fresh and always gently loving.”
Bella feels she has to keep talking to her comatose and dying mother, as though the steady march of words would keep that faint pulse going.
“No! it’s not!”
Startled out of reverie, she looks at her mother with sudden hope.
Eyes clear, face radiant, with sudden strength, she utters her last words, “it’s love.”
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For some reason, I am remembering my father a lot today. The first thought that came to mind when I saw the prompt was his hand linked with mine, I in the human carriage and he in the spirit carriage. I never really grieved his passing. To me, he’s with me always, his silent presence a gentle benediction. It must be Friday Fictioneering for my father was an aspiring writer. I guess I’m keeping his little dream alive. Thanks Rochelle for the platform.
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Just Joyfulness 
I liked the effort of will with which she believed she was keeping her mother alive. And the letting go
Thanks Neil.
Those are good last words to leave with.
Yes, aren’t they? What a great way to be remembered!
That was beautiful.
Thanks Dale ♥
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Dear Joy,
Simply lovely use of the prompt. The link is love indeed.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle. It always is ♥
Loved the ending. Perfect.
Thanks a lot Linda ♥
Lovely sharing of an intimate moment between a daughter and her mother and the presence of a father.
Thanks a lot Jade ♥
Beautiful thought, beautifully written.
Thanks very much, Sandra!
A happy ending. Simply lovely.
Thanks Keith.
A sweet story, lovely final words.
Thanks a lot.
Well told. Love is very powerful ,
Thanks, Mike.
Very touching and comforting. Nicely composed.
Thanks Bill.
Indeed.
Beautiful. The words create a loving embrace.
Thanks a lot 🙂
nobody actually dies. he continually lives on for as long as someboday remembers him.
Very true Plaridel.
This was both lovely and sad, thank you.
Thanks Siobhan.
Powerful metaphor. We all go on to live in someone’s mind, and if not in an aware way, in someone’s actual cells, renewed.
So true Na’ama.
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Powerful and beautiful.
Thank you very much.
Loving tale. People’s spirit linger with us once they pass. Especially those who have shaped who we are.
So true!
A moving piece, JJ, quite delightfully done.
Thanks a lot CE.
I can relate to this all the way down to not grieving. You capture that moment well. It took me back to the room, sitting with my mom as my dad died. I got goosebumps.
Oh N, I hope it was a sweet memory that I evoked and not a sad one.
I can’t call my dad dying a sweet memory. Your story evoked emotion. That’s a good thing.
Sad, but an eternal truth.
Yes. Thanks James.
Incredible stuff, Joy. You dug deep here and the gold appeared. Awesome job!
Thanks a lot William!