The boy knew in his heart that his mother would return one day. He hoped that his Uncle would believe that too, but he kept saying, “Your Mom is dead. You have to move on.”
Read Spirit in the Subway on Friday Flash Fiction. And EWR
Poetry, Stories, and Humor by Mark Tulin
O my,it’s a beautiful story
Thank you 😀
😦 In the best of ways, of course! 🙂
Oh God!!! Meaning that You broke my heart. That’s the frown. The smile is that Your writing was lovely.
Oh, thank you. I’m glad you liked it.