Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
When my brother had rung me up to inform me that my mother was being placed into a home because she was becoming a danger to herself I did not actually believe it.
It was true that I had not seen her for some time because I had been busy with my own family. That sounds incredibly selfish, but my son had been very ill which prevented me from going to visit a place that was further away than I wanted to be. Just in case.
However, I agreed to help clear out the house because it was going to be put up for sale in order to pay for the care home. When it came to clearing out the pantry I looked at the familiar food and felt a pang of regret for not coming to see mother. Mind you, when I began to pay attention to the food I realise that the dates were long past.
Maybe she was a danger to herself, after all, I thought to myself with a sigh.
Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers