The junk pile

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

  “Hey boys, how ’bout y’all makin’ yer Ma some wind chimes?” ,I had said years ago. My two boys had turned up hours later with a wind-chime and a story:

“it’s a two headed monster..this is a eye and this the mouth …one head eats only beans..”

“and the other one drinks only beer”, the little one interjected , turning my head over to his side.

They competed to be the sole story-teller that day… for a place in my lap…for my undivided attention.

My love, ran like a gushing river giving each shore it’s fair share, uniting and ironically dividing them ,at the same time. What can I do to be a better mother? I had wondered.

As I watch them, from above, sifting through my earthly possessions and throw the wind-chime in the junk pile , I realize I did the best I could and that’s what  matters in the end.

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The above story was in response to ‘Monday’s finish the story’ flash fiction challenge. This unique flash fiction challenge  provides  a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. The challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. Details are available here:

https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/06/22/381/

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15 responses to “The junk pile

  1. I like what you did with the challenge.

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  2. Their best is all anyone can do. It must be strange passing on and watching your descendants going through your things, seeing what they consider important to keep.

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  3. Well done! I like where you go with this, with Ma looking down from above at her boys. Doing the best that you can is a powerful closing. Thanks for another contribution Ansumani to the MFtS challenge. Be well… ^..^

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  4. The best we can is all we can do. Wonderful story and the ending was powerful.

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  5. How treasure turns to junk! I think she did the best she could.
    Wonderful imagery in the story.

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  6. All a person can do is their best. Also, one person’s teasure is another’s trash. Well done, Ansumani. 🙂 — Suzanne

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