Ava wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to face it this morning.
As she walked up the path, she heard footsteps behind her. Turning round, she saw a young boy.
“Have you come to see someone?” he asked politely.
“My son, Robbie,” she told him. “It’s not easy in a place like this.”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” the boy said, taking her hand. “I’ll come with you.”
“Hello, Robbie,” Ava whispered to her seven-year-old son’s grave. “I was scared to come today.”
“I know, Mum,” Robbie said, still holding her hand. “But I’m here now.”
Selected: March Drabble
Published in Issue #28