This week’s cue for Six Sentence Stories is:      GRAVE


Mason met her eyes with grave emotion and barely choked out, “I’m so sorry, Meg.”

Her gaze dropped reverently to the grave of her young child as she knelt beside the tombstone, placed the flowers, then rose and turned away with wet swollen eyes that had a hollow expression.

That moment in Mason’s life, would haunt him for the rest of his life, and he would never be able to forgive himself for the grave mistake of persuading her to let her son participate in the annual boxcar race.

Meg had always been very protective of her son from the day she brought him home from the hospital after he recovered from an automobile accident that occurred while visiting his father.

Mason knew how Meg felt about children at such a young age participating in the race, after all, her son was only eight years old, and very small for his age.

He was so excited that day, bubbling with pride and joy after coming in 2nd place, however, that joy silenced when the car of the 3rd runner-up slammed into the back of his car causing him to be thrown out and  incurring  grave injuries.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


14 thoughts on “GRAVE

  1. Mason should not beat himself up on this, however, it is understandable. It could have very easily turned the other way and Mason would have been praised for his part in the child entering the race. The mother would be glad that her child had a very happy moment in his life before passing, but the heartache of the event would be devastating.


  2. This word grave has so many meanings, all of them serious and sometimes sad. What a story you wove here using the prompt in so many ways.


  3. Yes, this happens and he feels guilty, but the outcome could have been gone the other way, but you just never know how things will turn out. He shouldn’t feel guilty, but that’s easier said than done. Everyone has their regrets in life. Thank you for reading and commenting. 🙂


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