Flash Fiction: Traditions
© Laura Fontaine
Written by Emma Mathes
Photo by Laura Fontaine
Sally got home sick often. In her cramped apartment, the idea of her parents’ home was a dream. The irony however was that when she was home, she wanted to be gone from it every second. She felt like a child and she hated feeling like a child.
This trip however, something was different. Mother was slower, and not as motherly. At tea one afternoon, with her aunts in the other room, Sally moved to help her mother and saw them both reflected in the mirrored tray. They looked like a memory of her mother and grandmother looked next to each other when Sally was very young. And suddenly, she felt blessed to be home.
