A deep sense of vagueness and nothingness grips me as I see her pale & dead.
I hold onto my tears still in a bleak hope that she would get up and smile back at me.
All of this is a nightmare I tell myself.One last time I peck my mother's cold forehead.The clouds outside form clusters, paying a last tribute to the dear departed. No more can I hold my emotions back. I cry along with the sky.
This drabble is written for friday fictioneers