A Loving Hope

Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/

Charlotte leaned into her reflection. Her silent tears fell, each forgotten wish merged with her scarlet cheeks, as she pressed her palm into the freezing glass. The dark nights, long and relentless, were an endless worry dump.

Her mobile rang, and at first, she thought about not answering.

On the seventh ring, she pressed the green button. ‘Hi, Mum.’

‘Hello, sweetheart.’

‘I’m just making dinner . . . Can’t speak for long.’

A microwave spaghetti bologaise; she wasn’t lying, not really.

‘That’s what I called about. Could I come over, my oven is on the blink and I was thinking of getting take out. I never eat a whole sweet and sour on my own. We could get some chicken fried rice, and make a night of it. Maybe watch a movie, with a bit of popcorn.’

‘I don’t . . .’

‘Please love, just for a couple of hours. I know my grandson is round his dad’s this weekend. We could make a night of it, perhaps have a hot chocolate. You could stay over mine, it’s been ages since we spent any time together.

‘Okay, I’ll come over, just make sure you order honey ribs as well. Charlotte smiled, and grabbed her car keys.

A sleepover with her mum; perfect.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

15 thoughts on “A Loving Hope

  1. My heart pinched as I read it and three cheers for the Mum who is so perceptive as to find an excuse to keep her sad daughter company.

    Beautifully done, Diana.

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