Time and again

Shuffling between a demanding job, evening classes, household chores and a million tasks over the weekends, something had escaped me for three long weeks, until her aching voice wove a serpentine  web of guilt.

She had steadied my hands at the steering wheel, never re-married despite all the rumors on her heart, always gestured ‘you can’ and ‘after you’.

With the residual gratitude in me, I rushed. To her.

Grasses stood tall in her once impeccable lawn,  the cobwebs hung like showpieces from the ceiling.

Beside her withered pots, she sat smiling giving me yet another  chance to err.


Word count – 99

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the talented author and  artist Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Thank you, Rochelle.

PHOTO PROMPT © Victor and Sarah Potter



82 thoughts on “Time and again

  1. This is beautiful. I definitely read the guiding, undemanding light of a mother growing old. This world does make us too busy to slow down sometimes, to let us be present with our aging parents or grandparents. I love the idea of a residual gratitude. My Mother never demands a visit or a phone call, but my heart and my gratitude pulls me there anyway. Just lovely xx

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  2. Dear Moon
    There are so many ways to understand this story, and they shift. The mother has been unselfish. The mother manipulates her daughter (I love “aching voice”). The mother gives her another chance to err; well, that can be interpreted in many ways.
    I love the way, too, that you incorporate the prompt over and over again; “serpentine web of guilt”; “cobwebs”; “withered pots”.
    Your writing has so many nuances, Moon.
    Excellent story!
    Very best wishes

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  3. Well written Moon. I too thought it was a mother. I saw the Mother as someone who had given all with no expectations of anything in return. I know with my Mum she lives to see her kids and although she never asks you can hear the longing in her voice if she goes a few days without seeing her. I think age does that to you. It shows human relationships and knowledge of what should be done, how life gets in the way and how despite a jolt you know you’ll err again.

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  4. This reminded me of my Father who was a single parent to me..I erred so many times yet he always forgave me..I can understand her guilt..I suffer it every single day..more after I lost him..great post Moon..poignant and heart wrneching

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  5. I know a lot of mothers who wish to have closer relationships with their adult children. Guilt is certainly an effective technique along with the unspoken promise of unconditional love.
    Beautifully written, Moon.

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  6. It is so easy to get caught up in a whirl of busy-ness and keep putting off visiting an old person, whether a relative or friend, to then wake up one day to find that person gone. Your story is a good reminder of this. If the guilt is bad when the person is still there, it is often worse afterwards for those left behind. But I also know that there are some elderly parents who are very good at putting their offspring on daily guilt trips about not doing enough for them, often when they’re going a huge amount and are absolute saints! I am glad the person in your story is forgiving. Well written, Moon.

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    • Thank you for reading and commenting, Bjorn. I often tend to go the route of human emotions and relationships and hence the stories end up being re-phrased common tales, a little overused etc. However, i find them so fascinating that it’s hard for me to write about anything else,(a different world etc)


  7. – she sat smiling giving me yet another chance to err.- I don’t know what err is, but go ahead and do it. My mother-in-law passed away today. Age 88. The lesson here is to take time to visit when you can. “Time and again” has me felling melancholy.

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    • I think the guilt weaves a temporary home in the narrator’s mind, every now and then. I believe the mowing and watering isn’t on her agenda, yet. But who knows, she might give everything else a skip over the next weekends and dedicate her time to cleaning and nurturing her mother’s home.
      Thank you for reading, Sarah. 🙂 I appreciate your comment.


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