Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the prompt for Friday Fictioneers. She’s addicted to purple, just like me. I hope you like my story. Not sure what the genre is. There are real people in it, but it’s no memory. Maybe wishful thinking on my part…
Lin and I sit in the stairwell, waiting for Ally and Claire.
“You love my daughters don’t you?”
“Of course I do. They’re all I have left of you.”
“You’re not their mother, I am.”
“I know that, I have never tried to replace you. Ever.”
She looks at me with azure eyes; same color as mine. We could be sisters, she and I. We were, once.
Ally, dressed in her wedding gown ascends the stairs. Claire in tow. I stand up and give both of the girls a radiant smile. Lin touches my hand, and then her apparition fades.