One day they’ll return (Friday Fictioneers)
We set up our seats every Easter. Good Friday might have religious meaning for some but for us, it means something else entirely. Every year we sit and wait, the dark of night staining our sight as we snuff out our flashlights and stare up into the sky. The chill of Friday’s night filling our lungs and raising bumps over our exposed skin. We watch for the sign. The flash of lights that will signal their return. Fourteen years have passed since we last saw them. Last saw her. One year, someday soon, we’ll see our mother again. Perhaps tonight.
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I loved “the dark of night staining our sight”
Thank you Neil!
Faith and trust come to mind waiting for mother’s return. I wonder if the price of inter-galactic fuel is holding her back?
OMG yes intergalactic fuel is solar high at the moment!
Living in hope. If not this year then maybe next, or the next….
Perhaps
Thanks Keith
An alternative Easter resurrection! Nicely done Laurie.
Thank you, Iain!
Very cool atmosphere you’re created. I like the mixture of creepy and expectant. What will happen when she does return, I wonder?
Thank you!
And who will she be on her return?
It makes me wonder what their mother is.
Excellent question!
Must be tough waiting year after year and not seeing the desired flash.
I would think so, absolutely
Oh, faithfully waiting for the mum to come back… Beautifully told and heart breaking, despite the hope in it.
Thank you so much!
I love their ritual and I sure hope they manage to connect!! Lovely write, Laurie.
Thanks Dale, me too!
Dear Laurie,
You certainly put a new spin on Good Friday. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle!
Nicely done, Laurie. Tradition is seldom understood outside of the inner circle,
Ah, indeed it is. Thanks Bill!
That’s a sad story. I can sense their hope and belief, but also the encroaching dark and cold leaves the chilling feeling that she’s not coming back. Interesting approach – to tell an abduction story from the point of view of those left behind.
Thank you so much, Margaret!