Friday Fictioneers, Short Story

Word count: 100

My sister Sarah presses the keys in the palm of my hand.

“You’re the oldest, Cass. It’s yours now.”

I look around. Overgrown weeds choke the perimeter of my mother’s home. What does one do when they’ve just inherited the neglected house of a schizophrenic who died with her life’s secrets locked within her mind?

“Sarah, do you remember when we were little, how mom grew begonias in the garden?”

She nods.

“Let’s plant some behind the fence and make this place look loved again.”

She wipes away a tear, then moves her hand over mine.

“Mom would’ve loved it.”


11 thoughts on “Tribute

  1. The title is befitting. I like the underlying tragedy. It makes the reader relate to the story as each and everyone of us has lost a relative or loved one during some point in their life.

  2. Beautiful. I don’t know how old they are, clearly both adults, but I like the way big sister Cass is taking charge and getting little sister Sarah to focus on happy memories instead of tragedy and loss.

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