(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.”
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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