Funny thing about mother; slowly, surreptitiously, she just kinda sucked the heart out of you. One by one, people diminished, gave up, drifted away.
Some of us, like my father, suddenly went bang; but my sisters and I, we just slowly wound down, crumbling, giving in, until finally we stopped functioning altogether.
All except Willie, the youngest of us kids. He just went drumming on, like some damn automaton, plugging away at life, refusing to get sucked under.
And that was what finished her… in the end; without his, her jar of hearts wasn’t worth a dime.
I’m happy to re-run the story I submitted for this prompt back in 2012, together with the link to one of my favourite songs bearing the same name. My good news this week, (and who can’t use a bit of good news these days?) is that I’ve been one of ten people short-listed for the Magic Oxygen Literary Prize 2016. There were almost a thousand entries, across 32 different countries, so even though I don’t expect to go much further, I’m still ‘well-chuffed’ at getting past 19 judges, and securing a place in the anthology, to be published later. Rochelle, our genial hostess, is going from strength to strength, blossoming into a star of screen and radio. I don’t know how she finds the time to orchestrate Friday Fictioneers in such an able manner.