Looking Back

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


I look across the land as the sun rises and know that my mother is somewhere looking back at me. 

I dreamt of her again last night. 

She held me and told me it was time. She didn’t tell me what it was time for. None the less I allowed myself to cry in her arms, although I didn’t know why I was crying. 

When I woke up it was three in the morning. I didn’t pack anything. I didn’t make any coffee. I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving. I just put on shoes, grabbed my keys, a blanket, and started driving towards home. 

The actual home I knew was gone. Sold off when we both left. Doesn’t matter. The last time I was truly home was when I last saw her happy. 

The whole drive I held onto my dream, if I didn’t run through it over and over I would lose it.

What was it time for?

I never got tired, never stopped. I parked and started my hike. I walked past all the landmarks that made my childhood. The specific rock I named Rick when I was six. The “time capsule” made from a small, now rusted, tin box I left when I was twelve. All it held was a paper with my name and the date on it. The time I carved my girlfriend and I’s initials into a tree when I was sixteen. The now dead flowers I last left my mother when I spread her ashes, right before the end of the trail. 

I reach the peak and sit where we used to sit.

She held me in a gust of wind and I realized she was telling me it’s time to let go.

I know she is somewhere looking back at me.


Submitted: June 01, 2021

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