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.


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:


15 responses to “The junk pile

  1. I like what you did with the challenge.


  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.


  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… ^..^


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


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


  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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