Friday Fictioneers : High and Low

© C.E.Ayr

High and Low

When Tracey was 15 years old she had a brief affair with Fred.

Her parents forbade her to continue but later when the bump became visible, it was already too late to do anything.

They took her out of school for a term, pretexting illness, and she gave birth prematurely to a beautiful boy in a small private clinic, well away from home.

She was denied the right to hold him in her arms or give him a name.

Look closely and you’ll see the tracks of my tears.

My name is Stan and today I’m finally hugging my Mum.

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  1. Whoa! You’re batting a thousand! A wonderfully written piece of humanity. I have a cousin who was adopted and his nieces are adopted, too. So, yeah. This brings it home.

    Awesome work, Graham!


      1. We adopted our son when he was 7 years old. Knowing his back story I don’t think his reunion would be as gratifying. All that being said I found your story very uplifting and was touched by the tracks of his tears.

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