The church clock struck again. We’d waited more than an hour.
“Why’s this taking so long?”, said Ma wearily .
“It’s ok”, I replied, knowing the question was rhetorical.
Ma was still guilty about the explosion that left me blind since I was five. It was May Day and the village was celebrating. Da left his cigarette burning while he stepped outside to watch. Pretending I was a grown up, puffing on it, I choked so hard I dropped it near the gas stove. I don’t remember much else until I woke in the hospital.
Since then Ma has taken me to every faith healer that she could find.
Each time I say “For how can I be sure I shall see again?”
“The world on the first of May will be brighter that day because you’ll be able to see it.” she replies.
Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Merril is hosting Prosery Monday at D’Verse And has prompted us with this line: “For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May” --From “May Day” by Sara Teasdale Prosery Flash Fiction of exactly 144 words and must include the complete line from the poem. It may be punctuated but no words can be inserted within the given line.
Well done! Your creative use of the prompt was inspired.
Thanks Susan. It was a tricky one so I’m happy it worked ☺️
What a strong testament to the power of faith. This was a poignant read. <3
Thanks so much Colleen ☺️💕
This tale is indeed tragic, but the hope the mother and daughter have for better times is beautifully inspiring.
Thank you so much 😊
You’re very welcome!
Oh, such a sad story! I hope something works. I imagine it’s hard for that mother to give up. You worked the line in nicely. Thank you!
Thank you Merril. It was a tricky prompt so I’m happy I managed to do it justice ☺️💕
You’re very welcome! Sorry–it was a little trickier than I thought it would be! 😅
Tricky is always welcome! It pushes us to try harder ☺️💕👍
You delayed the fact you were blind till the right place…sorry, my first two attempts were much longer and more complex but WordPress keeps making your comment box disappear…infuriating…will be back..
Thank you Ain. I too have that problem frequently when I’m using an iPad and on the WP app. I have to log on to the website itself to get my comments to work. Either that or I am anonymous 🙃 or frankly, nothing at all. LOL
Thank you ☺️
Such a poignant story Christine
Thank you Sadje ☺️💕
Wow, powerful prosery, Christine. I love where you took the prompt. My favorite of the evening.
Thank you so much! You made my evening 💕☺️
💜 You’re very welcome.
You told a lot of story here, Christine. I’m glad her mother is not giving up. She’s showing her daughter what it means to have faith.
Thank you Lisa ☺️
You’re welcome 🙂