Mother’s Day – Friday Fictioneers

Miriam selected a white tulip for her mother. Later she wanted to treat her mother, father and younger brother to lunch at the botanic garden where many flowers were in bloom.

However, eighteen years ago her mother terminated that pregnancy and two years after that her younger brother would also be viewed as an inconvenience. None of the men in her mother’s life were good enough either.

Miriam and her brother still wait for their mother to find that narrow way even a thief on a cross could find and give her a white tulip to match her white robe.

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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields offers the photo by Na’ama Yehuda below as a prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda
PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

37 thoughts on “Mother’s Day – Friday Fictioneers”

  1. Afraid I’m a bit lost on this one Frank. I get it’s some sort of anti-abortion story, which I disagree with. Perhaps my religious knowledge isn’t up to it, but I have no idea what the final sentence is meant to mean.

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    1. I am opposed to abortion, so you are right this is an anti-abortion story. And you are right that we disagree.

      The last sentence is my view of those aborted children whom I see as being in heaven hoping the best for their mother in spite of what happened to them.

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  2. I found the story a bit hard to follow (as Iain pointed out). The comments cleared up the intent. I can’t judge the woman because we don’t know her life circumstances. Regardless of the reasoning, abortion is always sad.

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