At each corner, she read the street sign. She studied the shops and houses, examined the faces of passersby, searching for someone or something that looked familiar. She squeezed her brother’s hand. He was too young to remember anything except their mother. Maybe the next one, she said each time.
Over the years Bob Thurber’s work has received a long list of awards and prizes. His most recent book is a collection of brief stories titled “Nothing But Trouble.” His first novel, “Paperboy: A Dysfunctional Novel,” was recently rereleased. Visit BobThurber.net.
Really liked your piece.
When I was 13, my mother said that she had seen my father near the station. I waited and watched in the street all day. They had separated when I was 18 months old but I thought I would still recognise him.
Thanks for the memory and the seed of a new story… that’s what a good Flash Piece should do, wouldn’t yoy say?
Again, thanks.
Bless your sweet memory, Christian. I look forward to reading your story.
All good wishes,
BT