Blurred movements kept jerking my gaze to the balustrades above though no one else was home.
“What is it?”
“I think it’s Andrew.”
Desperate to believe, she hugged me tighter than I’ve ever been held because he was the kind of kid who knew exactly how to comfort her.
12 comments:
Hi Gina! It's so nice to see you! I think this desperation is a universal feeling when one has lost a loved one.
I like the ambiguity and the feelings this tale evoked. Thanks for sharing it!
Yes it is especially when it’s your child. The thing about it is, I believe it was him there with his mom and me. I felt it.
Thank you, Cindy. It’s a true story of an authentic feeling. I saw movement. I felt a presence. It gave his mom some measure of hope when she felt abandoned.
A ray of comfort in difficult times is necessary.
I love this. I agree with you...it does sound like he was there to comfort his mom. So sweet and sad. Thank you for sharing.
And hope.
Thanks so much. It was so him.
I really like the way the feelings of helplessness of the person being hugged (the partner? another kid?) sat just beyond the page. And though the story is ostensibly about Andrew and the mother, the narrator is also really clear and present.
Me! She was hugging me. I had no other explanation for what I was seeing. It was also toward the direction of his room. I will never forget this or the “I believe” conversation that followed.
Wow! I read all the comments. Awesome experience. I got "ghost" from the original context.
Yay! The prompt was a ghostly experience or about a ghost but you couldn’t use the word ghost or a host of other haunt-like words! I’m so happy you were able to “get” that from this very true story without spelling it out!
Post a Comment