She should wait for him. Sam would be home shortly. But freshly baked bread was her weakness. God, she hoped that it wasn’t vanity to appreciate your own cooking. Just last Sunday the pastor had spoken of pride. Gulping down a little wine, she said a quick prayer.

Almost six. Yes, he should be home soon.

Suddenly the phone rang. Ah, it was Jason.

“Hello son.”

“Hi ma. Just called to check if you’ve taken your pills.”

“I will. After supper.”

“Why have you not eaten yet?”

“I’m waiting for Sam.”

“Ma… He’s not coming. Dad’s dead, remember.”


In response to Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday: Week 45 challenge based on a photo by Brooke Lark

2 thoughts on “Sam, please come home

  1. Awwww….what a twist at the end! Sad but totally unexpected — you are so very good at luring me in then sticking a knife in it and twisting 🙂 Thank you for joining us again this week!

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