I need to make my move before someone calls the police. Each day, I wait and watch her enter and exit the synagogue. I can’t believe how beautiful she is. Her silky hair shimmers in the sun and she bounces as she walks. I dash behind an SUV as a car passes by.
My opportunity finally arrives. There is no one around to notice. Coming up behind her, I hesitate and she turns. There are tears in her eyes and something else. Something unexpected.
She smiles. “I’ve been waiting a long time, mom, for you to cross the street.”
This piece is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we are to write a 100-word story. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, click HERE.