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Friday Fictioneers – Together Again

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.

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Friday Fictioneers – Family Eviction

ff301116Colin lives in a tent at the bottom of his mother’s garden – down there between the gnarly old fir and the stream. It may not seem like much of a home, but to Colin it’s his sanctuary. His place away from the darkness and the doubts. He couldn’t live anywhere else,  not now.

Colin is 59 and his mother passed last month. Colin’s older sister inherited the family home and wants him gone. Colin and his siblings drifted apart after what happened with their father. His mother though continued to love him as only a mother could. Colin is lost and scared without her.

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Friday Fictioneers – On The Threshold

ff010415“Emmy, don’t go. Don’t leave me on my own,” pleaded Maggie. The pale, translucent skin on the back of her hand shimmered as she raised a smouldering cigarette towards her lips.

Emma-Jo paused to fasten the leather buckles on her green rucksack. “You’re a mess, mum. I can’t handle this, not now. No wonder dad walked out on us.“

“Of course, him, he had all the answers didn’t he?” Maggie winced as she remembered some of her husband’s answers. The bruising on her ribs still stung from the night he left.

Emma-Jo slid the security chain along its silver track.

Maggie took a shallow, nervous drag on her cigarette.

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These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge