So another Flash Fiction/Prosery prompt at dVerse Poets from Melissa of Mom With a Blog of the usual 144 word max type (not including the title) and the prompt this time around was a line from a poem by Tina Chang “I am haunted by how much our mothers do not know.”
Melissa explains it all in full here
Of Moms, Sons & Assorted Friends
They came out at night, not every, but most, just wanting to sit with me. Some were familiar in shape and size from my books and doodling’s, while others defied description, but once I was comforted, at the start, that none were going to “spell” me, eat me or trade me to a goblin king we were good.
I told them that we just had to keep things quiet as possible, so as to not to bother Mom who was always murmuring me stories of their adventures but they assured me they were keeping an eye on her in her rest and in her head.
“I don’t know Carol, I think he may be lost to us.”
“I am haunted by how much our mothers do not know” I whispered to them all, but they said not to worry, we’re good at keeping secrets.
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