The blue door is inviting. I cautiously knock feeling some apprehension. What will she say when she sees me? Will she recognize me? It's been such a long time. My anxiety begins to build as I wait for her to answer. What if she rejects me?
I hear a small dog barking in the background. I hear someone moving around inside. I knock again, lightly. The television is on, I hear it in the background. Shuffling sounds come nearer to the door. The door creaks open.
I see the aged version of the woman I remember.
“Mamma, is that you?”
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This is my submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which we create our stories. Everyone is invited to participate in this challenge. For more information, click HERE.
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