April 26, 2020

[#microfiction] - Week 17

[#microfiction] - Week 17

The carpet was the color of sand and a sky that she'd not seen but a lifetime ago. The children squealed and rolled about on it's plush surface. Adults sat around it in fine chairs, sipping tea and talking about politics. She wasn't interested in any of that. Her eyes never left the floor, but her mind was thousands of miles and forty years away.

When they were all summoned to the dining room for dinner, she continued to sit in her reverie. Glances were exchanged.

"Amma are you coming?"

She lifted her eyes to them. They thought she was fading. She could see the look on their faces. Concerned, as though she were a child that needed looking after.