Willow, at http://magpietales.blogspot.com/
hosts a weekly writing prompt
Using the below photo
write a vignette or poem
Never again will she enter my home as before. I cast a glance at the pair of brown sling back shoes that she left here after last night's rehearsal dinner at Fortuna's. She never was good at putting her shoes away. But now I am happy to see them laying there, a moment frozen in time,one shoe on top of the other. I can see her using her right foot to slip off the other.
Before she went up the stairs last night she turned to me and started crying and came over to hug me, no words spoken,but we talked with our hearts, as mother's and daughter's can do so easily. Our hug melted into a hold and neither one of us wanted to let go.
I lift the hot cup of tea to my lips and think of her first pair of MaryJanes,then hold the cup to my mouth breathing my breath into it crying softly, letting go.