“Here you are, sweetie.”
I unwrapped the parcel knowing well its content — another cap.
“Thank you so much, mother, you really shouldn’t knit you know.”
I looked at her arthretic hands knowing well the pains of knitting. But I couldn’t pain her even more, reminding of all the caps she’d already given me.
“Sweetie I can tell how you are freezing.”
I smiled while running my hand over my bald head.
“You’re right mother.”
I hugged her hiding my tears. I couldn’t pain her by telling the reason for my haircut. Would she continue knitting caps for my funeral?
I have always found it harder to write about my own picture, after all I remember the place and why I took it, but I did find a story in the picture telling you a story of aging mothers, and how they can become obsessed with making things for you.
Friday Fictioneers is run by Rochelle, giving a picture each week asking us to write 100 words of fiction on the same picture. Join the fun.
On Monday I received my copies of Chiaroscuro – the poetry anthology we have published from contributions at dVerse. It contains poems by more than hundred poets (some of them also writing on FF). It’s available at Amazon US and UK. We have priced as low as we could to spread the words of all these talented poets we have in the blogosphere.