Jefferson's Last Visit

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 26, 2020

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Edith was taking her time. She knew that Jefferson must get back to Amelia, but she wanted one more moment with him. Edith had been in pain for a while. With Woodrow gone, she didn’t hurry to the doctor. She supposed that was because she already knew.

Jefferson was her only child. That made this hard for Edith. She fidgeted with his tie. Edith could see in his eyes that he knew. He’d never tell, but he knew. His eyes were a little sadder than usual. Should she have insisted that he bring Amelia? Edith wondered if Jefferson would ever know how much she loved him.

Jefferson loved visiting his mother. Since Father died, it had gotten harder to leave. This time though, this time, Mother looked weaker and frailer. He wondered if she could see his concern. Is she hiding something? Her eyes were always full of mystery, but now there was the faintest hint of sadness.

The train rolled in. Jefferson couldn’t shake this feeling. It was as if a dark cloud hung over the station. His coat felt like the weight of the world—his world. He was afraid this was the last time he’d see his mother. He should tell her that Amelia was expecting. She would be pleased.

The whistle sounded again. Edith tucked a note into his pocket. He promised to wait until he got home to read it, but he knew he’d open it as soon as she was out of sight. She kissed him. Edith knew this would be her last kiss for her son. Jefferson could feel it, too. He held her just a little longer.

Jefferson finally boarded the train. He found his seat and watched until his mother faded in the distance. Jefferson sighed. He didn’t quite know how to live his life without his parents. Life without Father had been difficult enough. As he removed his jacket, the note fell to his feet. Slowly he unfolded the delicate paper, confirming his fear.

Jefferson,

I so love our visits together. I wish you had more time to spare. I wish Amelia had been feeling better so she could visit too. I fear, son, this will be our final visit. The doctors say I don’t have long now. My illness is spreading quickly. I love you and Amelia and know that you will be amazing parents one day.

All my final arrangements have been handled since your father died. You will receive all I have left. Please, don’t hold on to anything to hold on to a piece of me. I will always be with you. People are important. Things are not. Love Amelia, your friends, your future kids, and the rest of your family. I will watch over you, Always.

Love always,

Mother

Jefferson closed his eyes. Edith Wilkins never changed. She was always kind, loving, and selfless. With that, a single tear rolled down his face. Jefferson began to mourn the greatest woman he had ever known.


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