found // fiction

I stood, uneasily on my two feet with foreign sandals, and began a wobbly walk through this large structure. Passing cots with sleeping people, following the lady with long hair. The moonlight shown down now upon us and I slowly looked to see what else I was wearing. A thin grey t-shirt clung to my chest, below it, a flowing skirt made of linen.

With a bit of light, I was able to take notice of her. She was petite, and the dress she wore curved at her hips and stopped at her calf. I could see her dark hair, damp and tangled like my own, hugging her shoulders. Whoever this was, she was thin, and graceful. My eyes crept towards her face and a smile slowly spread. My heart stopped. Green eyes, kind and deep looked at me and she put a thin arm on my own.

It was electric. Her touch.

I glanced at her hand, and saw it, and I knew. Her thumb bent inward, a thumb I had memorized for thirty one years. A thumb I had traced as a child, held through labor, and eventually touched after the cancer had taken her.

It was my mom.
It was my mom.
It was my mom.