Thread of life

FFfAW Challenge – 190th

               He looked at the box and his eyes turned moist.

The noise of the sewing machine woke him up. He knew his mother was up 

with the Sun.

He was her sole reason to be alive and she felt alive seeing him smile with the 

glistening trophies and certificates. He was the apple of her eyes and a blue-

eyed boy of his teachers and professors.

She would often tell him that clothes do not make a man but manners make a 

man stand out. He was never ashamed of her humble work and took pride of 

her independence.

When people asked him for the secret of his success, he said there was not 

secret. The coloured threads unspooled and unleashed his academic and 

management talents. His mother was a blanket of security for him.

                          

                                (photo Credit :Yarnspinnerr)

                                               Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. 

                                                               

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