Being such a good girl, the children had not questioned it when Amy silently took each of their balloons, wrapping them around her forearms. Before the memorial speech had finished, she floated upwards – bound for heaven, or at least the Mainland. Amy soared with a heart turned light as chocolate mousse. Kicking off her sandals, she wiggled her toes just for the feeling of it. Green turned to blue, blue, blue below. Maybe she didn’t need anyone after all?
A family of honking geese flew by, each keeping its place. Then land ahead – and the possibility of a new mummy.
Author bio: Clinical Psychologist with an interest in flash fiction and the therapeutic value of creative writing.
@tiredpsych
Onwards is part of 101 Fiction issue 11.
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