A PATH MUCH TRAVELLED
Jack and
Jill went up the hill, via the chalk path which had been worn deep into the headland by generations
of courting couples, in search of a warm, unoccupied hollow.
Jill’s
mother watched them go, her arms stilled in soap-suds. Twenty years ago she’d
climbed that path with her boyfriend, and consequently her dreams of
escaping her home town were shattered. She returned to her chores, praying that
Jill would be more careful.
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I feel obliged to mention that, although two of my four children were unplanned, they were all equally welcomed and loved.
Thanks to Sandra Crook for the photo that prompts this week's ventures into flash fiction by the members of the Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle, who is the recently-published author of Please Say Kaddish For Me. Follow the Blue Frog trail from her blog at https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ to read dozens of other sotries.