A Piece of Heart
Photo© Kelvin M Knight
‘It’s a piece of heart….’
‘You mean art……don’t you?’
He pinched his nose and gave her a bemused look.
‘No, I was wrong; it’s a map of South Africa…..yes, it’s a map.’ She didn’t respond. She was getting late for the office and her mother hadn’t turned up yet. She felt bad for the mother but she had no option; she often felt trapped.
‘It could be….an entrance of…. a cave……’
‘Please finish your breakfast; grandma is on her way. You have to lock the door and don’t open it till she comes.’
‘You were right; it’s a piece of art.’
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a photo prompt.
Word count 101