Mother Loaf

Danger traffic sign

Well, at least he’s happy.

I wasn’t expecting a visit from my teenaged, road-working son, but here he is, leaning into a half-eaten, torn-into loaf of walnut-wheat bread, butter disappearing quickly. His bent arms are long enough to eclipse the entire side of my kitchen table, effectively blocking me out. Yes, of course I fed my kid. You always feed your kid. They never completely grow up, not in your eyes. 

But I wish I’d made a second loaf, because there’s nothing left for me. Instead, I bring him a tall glass of milk.

It’s all worth the visit.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)

Carrot Ranch Prompt (01/24/2022): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about “the wish I made.” Whose wish is it and how does it fit into the story? What kind of wish? Go where the prompt leads!

20 thoughts on “Mother Loaf

  1. Pingback: The Wish I Made Collection « Carrot Ranch Literary Community

  2. Oh, yeah….I can’t tell you how many times the leftovers I’d been saving for myself were consumed by my son when he’d come visit. But like you, I was okay with that. His visit was worth it!

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  3. It’s so worth giving up a loaf of walnut wheat bread to share a moment live with a teen-aged son. There’s longing beneath the mother’s casual tone.

    Thank you for your submission to the Collection at Carrot Ranch. It will publish Wednesday, February 2.

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