Friday Fictioneers photo prompt
I gaze at the bright vista before me – a perfect picture framed by the arches. Peaceful at last! I do not have to fret any more.
When I needed to find him, he led me here. He heard me and showed himself. He still cared for me and I forgave him after all these years.
I can still hear my mother’s voice echoing through the years.
“You are so foolish, always picking the leftovers. You take the ones others don’t want.”
I have been foolish but may he rest in peace now.
onethousandandtwo 
Dear Lily,
It sounds like she forgave him to death. 😉
Welcome back.
shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Rochelle! I’m really enjoying the fiction. Very therapeutic. Can’t wait till the next prompt.
She’s happy now and it’s time to forget what mama said.
Very true! We need to quiet mama’s voice. Thank you for reading.
Lily
Ooo. Well played, Widow. 😉
Thanks for reading!
Touching story. Forgiveness is divine…
Thanks for coming by!
Beautifully poignant. I find myself wanting to know more about the mystery, about this person and where he was leading the narrator.
Thank you for coming by! I’ve just decided to give fiction a try and it is very rewarding and relaxing.
your character found the real peace in forgiveness. love that point in your wonderful story.
Thank you. It’s nice to have you visit.
Forgiveness is they key to our own freedom.
It surely is! Thank you for reading.
Lily, Good story. This story stood alonel, but I agree that it could also be a good beginning for a longer story. Well done. 🙂 —Susan
Thank you very much Susan!
I’m wondering whether her forgiving him and him being dead are connected… so much intrigue here!
Sometimes one cannot tell, even the person herself. Forgiveness is a difficult thing.
Thanks for reading!