The kid hitched a brim-full U-Haul to his Jeep and set out under the swiftly changing sky. Her eyes caught wisps of his golden curls blowing out the window as she waved from the curb.
What’s a conflicted mother to do but beg him to stay?
Knowing it wasn’t fair and not what either wanted or needed, she did it anyway. Some things can’t be helped.
If she could see his eyes in the mirror, she bet they were brimming too. Hers would have made it harder for him, so she feigned brightness.
Time to fly, baby boy.
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The word is ROAD, either used or implied. Tara's 100 word prompt was perfect for me this week.