It was only last summer… Bridgette thought, staring into the yard that laid behind their building. Focusing her gaze on the luscious trees that surrounded it, she strained to see if there was a mockingbird. It was said, mockingbirds brought good luck. What she’d give for a bit of luck.
That time last summer, she was having time of her life- sneaking into the tennis yard when her parents weren’t around and disturbing the peace of the neighbors by playing knockouts. But that Summer, her partner in crime, Suzie, was gone. Not in the sense that she’d passed away, but, she was struggling for her life with a 50-50 chance of survival as the doctor bluntly put out.
Bridgette believed in the saying “hope is a thing with feathers” and she sat at the window, hoping against hope that Suzie would defeat all odds. At that moment, she noticed a bird fly past, it was a mockingbird. Bridgette smiled, she knew in heart now without a whiff of doubt, Suzie would make it.
Word count: 172 words. This post is in response to the flash fiction photo prompt hosted by: Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers.