The Nice Thing About Strangers

Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.

Wave To Mama

A mother shuffles away from the school bus stop after her daughter has boarded. She moves like it is exceptionally early in the morning, though the sun is up and busily blinding drivers heading east. Her hair in a haggard ponytail, she pulls the sleeves of her navy sweatshirt over her hands as she moves homeward.

The girl must be one of the first picked up, as the school bus appears otherwise empty. She opens a window on the left side of the bus and extends a pink-coat-sleeved-arm, fluttering it up and down, waving to her mother’s back. In the last moment, before the bus pulls away, the mother turns and sees the unanswered gesture. She awakens. She begins waving back wide, with both arms, like flagging down an airplane, then she blows her dear girl a goodbye kiss. She resumes her exhaustion only when the bus turns the corner.

–Loveland, Colorado

fall, changing leaves, Colorado

I love Fall!

9 comments on “Wave To Mama

  1. Enchanted Seashells
    October 17, 2012

    If only I still had a little one at home to pick up after school with cookies and a hug, help with homework, and tuck in at night. Cherish those days, moms (and dads)!

  2. marsellaj
    October 18, 2012

    I sometimes long for those days when my kids were little. I looked forward to them coming home every day. Bittersweet. Fall this year in Ft. Collins has been spectacular and every day is a visual gift. When the wind was blowing them around this week I was in heaven!

    • thenicethingaboutstrangers
      October 18, 2012

      We’ve been having AMAZING fall weather. I could do without the wind, but the sky is so bright. I also think I’m noticing the leaves and the mountains much more this year.

  3. Krista Flanigan
    October 19, 2012

    Oh Paige I love this one. 🙂

  4. Md. Alsanda
    October 19, 2012

    Thanks for passing

  5. Steven Wordsmith Lincoln
    October 27, 2012

    So much suggested back story for the mom. What happens next? Why is she so exhausted (besides the early hour)? What is she wanting to hide from the innocent eyes of her daughter? Good stuff!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Information

This entry was posted on October 17, 2012 by in Happiness, Inspiration, Observed and tagged , , , , , , , .

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

%d bloggers like this: