Short-Story

One Last Lesson

A tribute to mothers

Photo by Josh Felise on Unsplash

The sun began to make its high climb for the day and the frost began to melt. The sight out the window gave the impression of summer, but the sun was deceiving. It was bitterly cold and Aya missed the flowers. She could hear the wind howl.

It was the first time since nightfall she could hear anything besides her own cries.