Friday Fictioneers: The S in SOS

Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Mum raps on the pane with her finger like a Morse code tapper – dit dit dit. A habit of hers. She reaches the ‘S’ in her distress signal and forgets what comes after.

‘Lace inside and out, inside and out,’ she says.

Dit dit dit along with the words, though the rhythms of tap and speech don’t match.

‘What is it, Mum?’ I take her hand.

She nods to the window. ‘Lace inside and out.’

Ah. The embroidered curtain against the speckled snow.

‘That’s right,’ I smile, brushing a stray hair from her eyes.

 

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Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See the photo and write 100 words to go along with it. See here for full Ts and Cs.

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