Two years ago, I was flying to Denver to help my mom through her last days. I used every molecule in my being to push that plane there faster, as I had a suspicion mom was going soon. Below is something inspired by that journey. (An earlier post here shares a different aspect of that trip)
This picture has been on my mind as I traveled to and from Washington DC this week – my experience is shared here.
Genre: Semi-Autobiographical Fiction
Word Count: 100
I startled awake from a restless sleep, feeling I was forgetting something. Reality reimposed itself, awareness settled in. Fleeting bits of a dream surfaced, contrails of thought surfacing in my emotions – my mother, whole and healthy, holding my hand. Closing my eyes, I tried to conjure up the feeling of warmth and peace I’d felt. Only vibrations remained.
“Flight attendants, please be seated in preparation for landing.”
Bumping to earth, I powered on my phone. The voicemail alert chimed. “Hi sis, there’s no rush now…”
Meeting in the air, her final touch was ephemeral – healing, loving, then gone.
The photo prompt is courtesy of Rich Voza. Links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers can be found here.
© Erin Leary