Daybreak

“Not everyone will like you,” she said.

“Why not?”

“That’s the way of things. Never show them it hurts.”

I looked at the iron gate before me and thought of spears. A phalanx of invisible soldiers clutching towering spears.

“When can I return?” I said.

“You cannot.”

“Never?”

“You must always look forward. Behind lies naught but ashes and dust.”

“Once I step through, you’ll be behind.”

She said nothing.

“I’ll miss you,” I said.

“As I will you.”

“You could come with me.”

She smiled. “The price of your freedom was more than I have.”

I looked from her face to the man in the shadows. A glint of gold flickered as he opened his mouth. “Time to go.”

“Ashes and dust,” said my mother, and shoved me into the light.

Ryan Stone

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10 thoughts on “Daybreak

  1. Amazing flash Fiction piece. Very carefully chosen words I can tell. And very effective, the danger that lies ahead for the son, the price the mother had to pay, which seems to lead her to a terrible fate or at least at the bad end of her deal, for the son she loved. True sacrifice & also a fear of the unknown. “Ashes Dust,” death for the mother but “into the light” or life for the son. 😊

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