Strawberry Dream

Posted on 27/07/2011


Lily picked at the chipped nail polish on her little toes anxiously. Strawberry Dream, a sickly pink with glitter, but this was anything but a dream. She hoped, when she was older, it would fade in her memory and become something that resembled one.

Shuffling silently on her bottom, she moved down the landing. The wailing got louder. Little did Lily know, but their cries were heard down the whole of Mapledean Street that warm July evening. Hefty sobs that took a person’s breath away, accompanied by futile pleas and begging. Silence. Then final footsteps and the front door closing.

Her mother was gone.