“Everything in this life must have at least one purpose.”
“… Because that is what went wrong before? Is that what they taught you today?”
“Yes, Mother. We have learned from our mistakes.”
I take one final look at the etching before closing the book – a remnant of times past. I should be pleased that my daughter is such a good student. And yet…
“Mother?”
“Yes, Lucy?”
“I will call you by your first name from now on. Sentimentality serves no purpose. Not in these times.”
“As you wish.”
I hold the book close, yearning to feel the whisper of butterfly wings on my face, just one more time.
Superb piece of writing.
Thank you, Mr Elephant 🙂
Oh, poor mother. She has lost her daughter already. This story gives me the chills, no pun intended. 🙂
I’m pleased it had the desired effect – in the nicest possible way 🙂
Excellent work in depicting mother and daughter at odds with each other.
Thank you, Lorri.
Such a sad story. Very well written.
Thank you.
Intrigued by this world bent on correcting its view of mistakes, great piece.
Thank you.