This is my entry into this week’s FFfAW.
The photo this week has been provided by Louise at the storytellers abode.
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.