Traci Ashbe Dark Fantasy Author

Sitting on the Porch with Mamma 150 words

Sitting on the porch with Mamma brought a smile to my lips. I could remember her warmth, her sweater, the smell of licorice in her pocket. It’d been forever since she sat beside me. A few tears burst to the surface. I wish she hadn’t left me. I hung my head. Don’t be selfish. She was in so much pain. It’s a wonder she could even soothe my childish whimpers. I could still remember the way the swing on that porch creaked. Soft and low. A seat in no hurry to get rid of its owner. “Oh, Mamma, I wish—”

I glanced up at the night sky. “I wish I’d know you when I was older and would appreciate you more. I wish—it didn’t hurt so much to think of you elsewhere. I’d rather you were here. With me. Guiding my path.”