A short story about how a failed relationship can change a person. This story was inspired by a prompt shared in a writing group I’m part of and also inspired by my first fictional piece, Train Stories: Peckham Rye, Platform 3.

Remembering Mama was never something she did willingly. Any time a thought of Mama crossed her mind she’d rebuke herself and ask the thought to return to its sender - herself? Possibly.

Why was it that on this hot February day, God insisted she remember Mama - she could not rebuke her today.