Love

Anger bubbled up.. pure
and undiluted propelling her across the road after him. She shook him hard, till the teeth rattled in his head.
“Can’t you look where you are going?” she bellowed. “Have you any
idea what could have happened?”
And then she hugged her
son with a last glance at the disappearing car.

Written for Marathon Bloggers. We’re doing a week of 55ers. Today’s prompt was ‘love’.

18 Replies to “Love”

  1. Yikes!! that was kind of scary!
    I've been scolded so many times while crossing the street as a kid by mum! I'm still wary as an adult! 😛

  2. Wow.. I had chills reading this Tulika, what a great take on a 55er!
    And on the flip side, I have terrorized my kids so much that they jump out of the way for a cycle :P.

  3. I was the kid who crossed the road escaping from my mothers tight grip. You should see the way she holds my hand even now. I'm 24 and have crossed 100s of roads, but when I'm with my mum, she has to hold my hand.

  4. Shailaja: Thanks.. you're too liberal with your compliments.. not that I mind 😉

    Uma: I think most mums would have gone through this. Scary.

    Pallavi: Thank you.

    Monika: Absolutely.. yet it happens all the time.

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