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 