Daydreaming about my mother is something I do quite often. What was she like, how did she smell, what would it have been like to have her with me other than for just a few short years?
My mind started wandering and for one day I had her all to myself. My emotions got the best of me and through tears of joy I embraced every moment. The love I felt was like no other.
We laughed, we cried, we hugged, we never wanted the day to end.
Although this is only daydreaming, I often return to this day.
© Susan Zutautas 2019
This piece is written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. Charli’s prompt this week is as follows:
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes the phrase “for one day.”