Crimson, flash fiction by Thompson Emate at Spillwords.com

Crimson

Crimson

written by: Thompson Emate

 

As she stepped into the room, she noticed a bright smile on her mother’s face, one she hadn’t seen in a few days. Arguments and conflicts had been the norm during that time. She didn’t need to go through the usual round of introductions; her mother called her name with a smile as she entered.

“What day is today?” her mother asked.

“Tuesday,” the daughter replied.

“It certainly feels like one. The day of the angel’s visit,” her mother said, glancing toward the window.

“Mum, what do you mean by the angel’s visit?” the daughter inquired.

“Oh, that’s nothing to worry about. It’s just a story—one, my mother used to tell,” she answered, looking at her daughter.

Although her mother appeared healthy and vibrant, the daughter sensed something unusual about both her mother and the room. There was an odd mix of blooming life and looming gloom. Her mother gazed out the window again and smiled as she spoke about the gently swaying branches and the falling leaves.

“Oh, daughter, there’s life in every deadness—a lesson and a story in every dryness,” she said.

“Mum, I know autumn is your favourite season,” the daughter replied.

“Yes,” her mother agreed with a smile. She then closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Mum, are you okay?” the daughter asked, moving closer to her mother. “Please talk to me.” She gently shook her.

Suddenly, a crimson glow filled the room, and tears streamed down her face.

 

NOTE:

Based on the Prompt – The Color of Goodbye

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