Eclipse

A Hundred Word Fiction

Painted in Procreate by Krissy Haveman

For just a breath, as the shadow fell upon the sun came a memory. My mother’s hands, stained and worn for a woman so young, eclipsing her face.

“Peek-a Boo.”

Her voice not yet strained by a smoker’s rasp.

A false memory, babies so young have no recollect.

While the world went dark, I wandered where monsters lurked.

I shivered as the first ray of sun peeked through. My smile spread, growth in response to warmth. The Shadows fell behind once more and the rest of my day lay fresh ahead. Off to work, but I should visit her soon.

I need to write more — I need to read more.

If you need to read more, I suggest this:

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