 |
 |
 |
| |
Going Solo
_ _=italics
The late leaves of autumn littered the lawns of the homes they passed with scraps of chestnut, ocher and burnt sienna.
“I can’t believe I’m going to Cedar Woods by myself.”
“You’re not going by yourself, Mom. I’m taking you.”
“You know what I meant, Anna Marie.”
“I know what you meant."_And_I_hate_when_you_call_me_
that._
An awkward silence swelled between them. Sunlight slashed between almost leafless trees flashing the ash-laded windshield making it blink off and on irregularly.
She lifted her chin slightly, looked out the side window at the fading day and said, “Your father always loved this time of year.”
“I know,Mom.”_He’s_dead,_Mom._We_have_to_get_on_with_our
_lives._
The road tapered and descended into the shadow of a mountainside still tapestried in fall’s gaudy colors.
“I still can’t believe I’m going to Cedar Woods by myself.”
Want to comment on this Short Stories?
Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Short Stories and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...
|
 |
|
[Back to top]
|
|
|
|
| Well written with a nice flow. It reminds me of a scene I saw between a mother and daughter not long ago. Your story was very convincing. |
 |
Comment by: Empress - 2008-07-19 17:59
|
|
| Lots of emotional undercurrents. Mom doesnt want to move on and AnneMarie cant move on fast enough. More? |
|
|
| The line "I can't believe..." creates a nice circle. I'm not sure about the underscore. It doesn't work for me. Distracting. But it may be a little Editred blip so I won't use it as a negative about your beautiful, emotional flash. |
 |
Comment by: chocca2 - 2008-07-17 14:57
|
|
Beautiful writing, Phillip. I love the little details, they simply help set the scene and rouse the emotion.
Another great read! |
 |
Comment by: Nora Online- 2008-07-17 10:40
|
|
| Aw. That almost made me cry. I'm with Vickie--I hope I'm less tetchy when it's my turn to handle Anna Marie's role. Although it's probably going to occur on the golf course and my mother will say, "Your father always hated it when I kicked his ass on the back nine." |
| 1 2 3 4 Next |
|
 |
|
 |
|
|
