As the plane neared the airport, his anguish overwhelmed him.
‘Why did I come now when she is no more? I could have come earlier; should have come earlier. But I always found an excuse to postpone the trip. It’s almost fifteen years and not even once did I.……?’
Hundreds of people came for the cremation. He could sense that they had all come because now he was a celebrity.
Everyone was eager to personally convey his condolences. It was just a pretense. But how could he fault any of them when his own love for his mother was a mere pretense?
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt.
Word count 102