Always There

He’d never done this without his mom cage side or somewhere in the stands. Her passing during his camp was a test of mental fortitude—every painful day.

A ghostly breeze brushed him as he stepped into the cage; she was there.

Word Count: 42

Prompted from Deb Whittam’s 42 Words at:

Prompted from Eugi’s Weekly Prompt at:


  1. That is great and sad at the same time! I always wish to feel the presence of my mom or my son. My late husband too but I don’t think he’s that “hang around” type of spirit. He’s probably off doing something else!

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