The metal chair was cold against his thighs, he heard only muffled voices from behind the door.

He looked at the shaft of sunlight that played across the wall and floor of the white corridor. Small particles of dust danced in the still air.

His mother’s face appeared before him, her kind smile and comforting eyes wrapped him in safety.

They were back at their favourite spot, sitting under the tree in the park. Her ghostly hands formed shapes in the air and created shadow monsters. He heard her voice as the shadow beasts spoke. He shrieked and laughed as the monsters crept towards him, then enveloped him. In his mother’s embrace, he remembered the scent of her skin and the smooth, warm feeling nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

The door opened, blocking the sunlight from the window. The wisps of shadow vanished. His mother disappeared.

‘Okay, Peter. This is Frank and Mary. They’re going to look after you from now on.’

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

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