Chrissy wandered the streets of San Francisco. She didn’t know what she was looking for other than an instinct that told her that this was the place.
Her feet ached as she slowly sat down on a bench. She had been walking two days from the Sacramento Train Station with all her belongings in the backpack on her back. She sobbed. I don’t know what I’m doing here. I don’t even know if they’re still alive.
An inner voice replied firmly. No, you cannot give up. You’ve come all this way, you’ve never come so close. You cannot give up.
She was flat broke, her foster family never gave her a dime and they took away every penny she’d ever earned. She even had to pawn away her priceless guitar for a train ticket from Chicago to Sacramento.
“Are you alright?” A woman sat down next to her.
She nodded and looked up. Her eyes widened at the stranger. She was exactly how Chrissy remembered with their similar large brown eyes and curly honey-color hair. “Mom?”
(~175 Words)
I am participating in Priceless Joy’s fairly-new flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.
Sweet story!
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Ahh, that was so sweet. She went all that way to find her mom. I loved this story Yinglan. I thought it was wonderful. 🙂 !!
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Aww that’s a lovely story! 🙂
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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Wow – I love that story! Thank you very much for writing it, Yinglan! 🙂
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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Oh, wow!
. . . Mom?
A great capture of turbulent emotions and physical exhaustion! I’d love to know what happens next (you know me 🙂 )
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Ha ha, nice gif and thanks for reading! I am not sure what will happen next. She’ll probably ask why her mother abandoned her and her mother probably will explain and ask for her forgiveness. Then mother-daughter reunite and happily ever after??? Or it can go the other way where the mother begs for forgiveness and the daughter don’t give a damn. I don’t think it will have a happy ending though because what kind of mother abandons their own kid? And leave them to suffer at a foster family?
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Lovely story. I wonder if she’s seeing somebody she wants to see rather than her real mother, though…
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Maybe, maybe it’s just a hallucination after two days of walking? Hmm, I can see that.
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It’s sad in more than one way… Makes me think of the invisible strength of a tie that binds a mother and child together.
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What a lovely ending after all the heartache and the long journey to San Francisco. 🙂
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Good story. I hope it’s really her Mom.
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Thank you, the is it really mom part is open for interpretation. It can go either way. 🙂
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Wow. It really is all about timing. 🙂
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Really nice story. I hope it was her mom and they were able to be together again.
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I liked your story but I like your comments too. To go on it will need some dreams?🌻
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Drama was supposed to be drama. My phone guessed wrong.
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Awww, Such a sweet story. I just hope the mother doesn’t break her heart again.
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It means so much, sometimes, to be asked if we’re alright.
So poignant and real to our San Francisco lives.
Ellespeth
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That was a beautiful story of courage and determination. I hope she has found her mum.
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Yinglan, I wanted to take this opportunity to stop by and tell you how pleased I am that you are part of the FFfAW Challenge writing group. I love reading your stories and you add a special component to the weekly challenges. Thank you for your continued participation and I hope you will continue. I look forward to reading your future stories. ((Hugs)) PJ
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