Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Petrichor
Petrichor, fresh cut grass, lavenders in summer evenings, are fond memories of her childhood.
The wooden spoon landing on her shins, her mother’s sobbing, bottles being emptied into the trash bin, is the history she is determined not to repeat.
She sits in the garden with her children to feel the winter sun and smell the crisp air, plays silly little games with them, teaches them about plants and the earth, sharing precious moments with them, before they grow up too soon.
She is content with having very little, scraping by each week, because she knows spending time with her children is more valuable than more wealth but poorer with time.
She never looks back at the house she once lived in, filled with expensive art works and furniture, and malnutrition of love.
When she heard her neighbours gossiping about her living on welfare, or her children turning up at school with summer uniforms in the middle of the winter, she smiles and reminds herself that she has given all she has to her children, including time and love which she has never received.
Flicker of Thoughts 
This is so real, and from an understanding heart. One that acknowledges, and one that knows the path of healing.
This is one of the most raw, and honest, pieces I have had the pleasure of reading in quite some time.
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Thank you Stephen for reading and sharing your thoughts. I am glad it relates in some way.
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I like how you expressed the lack of love as a “malnutrition of love”.
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Far out Cassa. Mic drop! This is an incredible piece!
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Thank you Bree. I am glad that it is a meaningful piece. 🙏💚
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Well said. Time with children is far more valuable than wealth, and love trumps all.
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Thank you Marti!
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This strikes closer to home than many could know, or than i would tell them.
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💚🙏
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I am captivated by this character and her challenges. This feels like the beginning of a longer story.
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It illustrates the loving parent as well as ignorant gossiping neighbors. Truly a beautiful story.
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Thanks Rob.
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She’s a wise one, and strong, to choose the life most precious to pass along to her children, while well-aware that the memories of abuse & neglect don’t just disappear, for her.
This is great!
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Thanks Liz for reading and your insightful comment.
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So beautifully done! Blessings!
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“History” often repeats itself. In the case of your MC, that particular history doesn’t stand a chance of being repeated. There is no replacement for love and time. Together, they form an invaluable currency.
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