Getting It In Under The Wire

“Was she fun?”

“What? Who?”

“Mom. Was she fun?” Sybil sat on the couch next to him, careful not to disturb the oxygen tubes running from the tank to his nose. “All I got was do your homework and eat your dinner and be back by eleven or you’re grounded. Mother Mom.”

He chuckled, a sandy wisp of air. “You didn’t know her young.”

“Why I’m asking.”

He was thoughtful for long enough that she wondered if he had forgotten the question. “There’s a big white picture album in my closet upstairs.”

“Get it? Why?”

He chuckled again. “You’ll see.”


  1. Nice. No... lovely. It was sad, yet there was an underlying happiness about it. The last line made it all good.

  2. This is a really heartwarming piece that tugged on my heartstrings. I wish we could all be remembered the same way when our time has passed. Good job!