She leans forward against the window in the airport lounge
and cranes to see their little bodies as they step out onto the aeroplane
stairs; her eager breath creating a mist round the shape of her hands on the
window. She hasn’t seen them in so long she can barely remember what their
little faces look like, and wonder how tall they’ve grown.
Led by their chaperone, they run down the steps onto the
tarmac into the tiny airport, their eyes wide taking in their strange new
surroundings, while searching round desperate to spot the mother they haven’t
seen in months
As soon as they’re allowed they rush through security and
fling themselves into her arms, crowding her with kisses and clinging to her with
no intention of letting go.
She embraces them, squeezing them tight in the hope that it
will finally expel the ache she’s carried in her soul since the day she had to leave
them.
Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteVery nice, and used the picture as well as the prompt!
ReplyDeleteEvery mother can imagine this ache! Good job!
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