The world lurched from side-to-side. She staggered into the busy marketplace, bumping into people milling around the stalls. Disgruntled looks followed her as she crossed the square. The church loomed above her. It looked sinister now, after what she had just been told. It had been her haven. A safe place that protected her from all the bad in the world. Now it sneered at her, malevolent and evil. How could they have lied to her? How could they have covered it up? How could they have protected him? And her sweet boy. She remembered his pale, limp body. And now she knew, at last, why he had chosen to leave her.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).