Thanks to dear Rochelle for hosting Friday fictioneers and to Jennifer Pendergast for the photo
Easter biscuits
Grace surveys the Easter ginger biscuits she’s made, arranged on her best white plate. She likes their blue button eyes, garish scarves, the little biscuit dog.
Their candy eyes draw her back to that Easter weekend, five years ago when Amy stormed out of the house. The last straw, the unstable boyfriend Grace had forbidden. Then aching silence between them, a void filled with fear and remorse.
That ultimatum now seems ridiculous, Grace just wants her daughter back.
Tomorrow she will hug her daughter, and feel the joy of being together.