Marlene had searched for her mother’s grave for a very long time.
All those years she had wondered what she would feel, surprisingly she didn’t feel anything.
The love had been long gone, had been beaten out of her so many years ago. The anger had disappeared the day she felt happiness and love for the first time.
The place looked peaceful, what took her by surprise.
“I forgive you,” she quietly said, then, she reached up and felt the scar under her fingertips.
“But I will never forget.”
She turned around and walked away.
Finally, her search was over.
Word count: 100
The Friday Fictioneers are held by my blogging friend Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Every week she gives us a photograph, and she asks us to write a short story with 100 words or less. It’s fun. Give it a try!