Five Sentence Fiction – Travel


“You will call when you get there, won’t you?” Mother’s hands were pale and naught but bone, worn down from years of hard toil for not nearly enough hard cash, and she worried her necklace – a remnant of better days gone by – between her fingers as she spoke.

“There isn’t a there to call you from, Mom,” I thought but didn’t say – speaking was harder than I thought it would be.

“You kids think you know everything – but there’s more to heaven and earth, as they say. I still talk to your father regularly, and he’s been dead a lot longer than you.”


3 Responses to “Five Sentence Fiction – Travel”

  1. This is quite good. I love the last line. Powerful little story!

  2. Sounds like something my mother would have said.

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