lilies & remains

The small voice registered behind her eyes.

She dropped the glass into the cold sink, but all that she could think about was what the hell had Peter said, what was that? And where was her ring? Mark had given her that ring.

Brushing hair from her eyes, blood streaked across her temple.

The voice squeaked again. Mama?

Slowly raising her eyes, she focused on the precious girl who met her gaze, a stargazer lily in her chubby fist, raising it for her to take.

This is for you, Mama.

I love you more than anyone else in the whole world.

I'm playing 100 Word Song over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. This week's song is "Of Lilies and Remains" by Bauhaus.


  1. sweetness in the middle of hell


    I love the juxaposition of emotions and the darling gesture and line.

  2. you do 100 words really well, love. really well.

  3. For some reason the line, "And this is for you mama" gave me a slight chuckle, but I'm afraid this isn't supposed to be a funny story, right?

    Great blog. Think I'll be back for more helpings later . . . :)

  4. Beautiful written, sadness tempered by unconditional love.

  5. Wow, you made those hundred words sing, kiddo! Whoosh!

  6. See, I knew you'd kill this one - lovely post!

  7. your words are always spot on, this is no exception.

    what I liked? the fact that as mothers, even the non important stuff (instead of wondering where the hell my ring is,...say, when was the last time I dusted that buffet table? ) the little voice that pulls us back to the present, is a universal sanity saver.

    really liked it.

  8. "chubby little fist" I love that line.

  9. yeah, cute :) i wondered if it was too cute.


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