This is my entry into this week’s FFfAW.

The photo this week has been provided by Louise at the storytellers abode.

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The child excitedly ran down the platform, escaping his mother’s grip as he did so. She gave a cry of exasperation as she scurried along trying to catch her son. “Stephen, what did I tell you about running away from me?”

He barely looked over his shoulder. “But, mummy, train!”

“Yes, train. Very dangerous train, so you need to come back and hold mummy’s hand before we get on it.”

He turned round wide-eyed. “We are going on the train?”

“Yes. We are going to see the countryside.” As he turned around and scampered back towards her, she found herself struggling to hide her tears. When they arrived at their destination, she was going to have to leave him behind which was something that she was not sure she would be able to do. Maybe, like the other mothers, she should have not come that particular day.

She adjusted his proudly displayed name badge and squared her shoulders. This was for the best, and he would thank her later.

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28 thoughts on “The ride

  1. Boarding school?? Sending children off for a day is hard enough, let alone months. Poor mom (again, this is assuming she’s sending him to a boarding school). She may be sending him to an orphanage for all I know! These are my favorite lines:

    “Yes, train. Very dangerous train, so you need to come back and hold mummy’s hand before we get on it.”

    “She adjusted his proudly displayed name badge and squared her shoulders.”

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  2. A great take on the prompt, Angie. You capture the eagerness of the child and the pain of the mother really well. Sending your child off to a new home couldn’t have been easy for any of the mothers who had to do so – though I think travelling along with him is just prolonging her agony. Really well done. 🙂

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  3. Children being evacuated to safer areas was so heartbreaking for all concerned. You show the mother’s anguish at having to leave her little son somewhere without her really well. The name badge immediately told me you were talking about evacuation. I was born just after the war so, thankfully, missed all that. My aunt, who is only six yeas older than me, was evacuated into mid-Wales and has vivid memories of that time. In her case, memories were happy and the people she was with were lovely. But that wasn’t always the case. Another lovely story to restir my memories.

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