“Mooommy!" Lydia screamed as she pounded upon the closed double
doors to the parlor. Even though there was a hushed atmosphere, no one seemed
to notice.
The front door opened; a middle-aged couple entered. “Excuse us, little one”, as they lightly
pushed her, then hurriedly opened the parlor doors, went in and shut them.
In her distraught state, all Lydia could sense was the
blank, whiteness of the doors, her rising sense of desolation and her need for
her mother. Her head was swirling with confusion and fear.
“I want my mommy now!” she adamantly yelled.
“Honey, come to me.”
I think this was a great effort, full of emotion, and is intriguing as a scene in a larger story!
ReplyDeleteWould like to know more, but a great little piece.
ReplyDeleteThanks! It's my first blog attempt. There will be more, I promise!
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