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.