An Unexpected Loss


The tripod stood abandoned on the side of the road;  the darkness surrounding it fleeing as the car headlights swept over the gritty road. The panic inside of the car was palpable. It had been hours since Vicky had last been seen. She wasn’t answering her cell phone, and her car had been found abandoned at the last crossroads.

“Don’t touch her camera! It may tell the police something.”

A mother’s keening cry touches the very soul of a person. Her helplessness and despair haunts memories over the years. A mother should never outlive her child.

Maybe I am reading and watching too many murder stories, but this photo this week for Friday Fictioneers steered my mind towards the dark echoed in the photo. 

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2018

(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)

28 thoughts on “An Unexpected Loss

      1. well my pleasure – and after I left – I remembered a Victor Hugo line…
        said something about the worse thing for a parent is not to lose a child – that is the second worse –
        the first is to have your child do a great evil on the world.


          1. ugh – yeah – good point. Do you recall the Charlottesville, VA incident where the guy ran down the crowd with his car?
            Well some reporter interviewed the mother of the guy before she even fully knew the story – they caught her near her car and began asking her questions.
            as she talked – I could feel her sweet side – just seemed like a nice person – and then she was almost in tears as she said what she told her son before he left – to be good and not get in trouble – something like that –
            but I just prayed for her (and did again just now) because the heartache – and maybe guilt too -eh?) must be enormous.


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