Photo prompt © CE Ayr
Only she knew what it was to be a single mother. But, against all odds, she had managed to bring up her girl. The girl had just turned sixteen and her excitement was boundless.
The blast hit them as they were stepping out of the mall.
The mother regained her consciousness and looked around. She thought everything around her was nightmarishly baffling.
‘What’s the matter?’ she asked no one in particular.
‘Relax; everything is in order,’ she thought she heard such words.
She looked around.
‘I lost my …I think I lost my…my shoe,’ she stammered and again passed out.
A post for Friday Fictioneers in memory of innocent victims of terror attacks.
Word count 100