Photo prompt: Sandra Cook
The day dawned gray and there was threat of rain, but she wasn’t going to be deterred by a bit of dirty weather.
She dressed him in his powder blue slicker and packed a bag with this and that. She weighed the idea of leaving the cumbersome stroller, but at three, though the boy liked walking, he lacked endurance for it.
“We going to see Papa?” he asked as the train rolled into the station.
She hesitated. She was loath to lie to him.
“Not the one you know,” she answered finally. “Though he may become it. We shall see.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Na'ama Yehuda 
Nice slice of life story, Na’ama.
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Thank you! 🙂 Most life stories come in slices … 😉
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You are welcome 🙂
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🙂
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“not the one you know” is a great line
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Thanks, Neil. It hinges on it a little, I think … Glad you noted it! 🙂
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It must be confusing for the little lad!
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I would think so …. though hopefully not for long…? Oh, who knows …
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An intriguing litte tale. Are they going to see his real father, or someone who may shortly take his place?
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One wonders … It seems like they are going to see someone who is not the one he knows as or calls “Papa”… but who this person is or is not … Who knows … 😉
Thanks, Sandra …
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Oh my! You leave us to fill so many blanks.
Well done, Na’ama.
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Well, someone’s gotta do the hard work of filling in the spaces, no? Ain’t that the reader’s job … 😉
Kidding (sort of…)
Thanks, Dale!! 🙂
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You are right, of course
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Oh! I adore being right! 😉
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Hahaha!!
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Building a new family that provides a secure base for young children requires great skill and love. By choosing honesty, she’s made a good start. Good story, Na’ama.
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Thanks, Penny! Indeed, any relationship requires honesty, and being honest with children is a good way to model it to them. Honesty does not need to mean too much information too soon about too many details, but it certainly must mean no lies. I’m glad you liked this! 🙂 Na’ama
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Love the ending. Years from now, the boy will know no different, I foresee. Lovely.
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Thank you, Jellico! I hope that years from now the boy will know honesty still. 🙂
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Na’ama Y’karah,
You leave this reader with a sense of anticipation and hope for a happy outcome for all concerned. Lovely, straightforward storytelling.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle! I’m glad the hope (and bit of dread and a good bit of anticipation and perhaps some impatience and a goodly dose of jitters) had come through … 🙂
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I loved this. There is great optimism for a better opportunity, an irritation as to how the life’s cards are stacked and all brought out to me by the character’s defiance of the ‘dirty weather’.
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🙂 Thanks, James! Spot on! 🙂
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A hopeful feel to this story, of better days as well as a lot of room to speculate. Love it!
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🙂 I hope better days are coming for them, too! 🙂 Thanks, Brenda!
Na’aam
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It starts out as just a mother managing the usual challenges of travelling with a child, and then the last sentence undercuts it all. Well told.
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Thanks, Margaret.
I think perhaps because in some ways it is a mother managing the usual challenges of traveling with a child … AND and and and … 😉
So glad this got communicated …
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Good to familiarise future husband and current son with the eventuality. Who knows how one may react to the other.
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Exactly! 🙂
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It seems she wants a better life for herself and her child and hopes this trip is for the best. I picked up that the child is not strong for some reason. A good and well-written story, Na’ama. —- Suzanne
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How perceptive of you to pick up on that! In my mind the child was somewhat fragile (or perceived as such by his mother), too! In part by the tender age and in part by possible circumstances. Loved this comment, Suzanne!
Na’ama
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Lovely write.
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Thank you, Lisa! 🙂
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