Jimmy had always been a mother’s boy. They’d lived alone in a big house at the end of Russell Avenue. Some said their bond was unnatural, but nobody really knew for sure. When she died Jimmy’s grief had been beyond pain. For years he mourned her loss. It was only the pills which kept him going.
Jimmy eventually moved away from the house on Russell Avenue, but his mother’s shadow never left his side. When they found him his bottle of pills was empty. There was no note, no suspicious circumstances. Everybody knew Jimmy just wanted to be with his mother again.
These words form this my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge