M A T T E
- Dim Aldebaran -
In her lap, the child.
"—Mama," clasping the necklace, "Mama, why do you always wear this vial?"
Eyes met solemn eyes. "Papa gave it to me a long, long time ago."
"Why?"
"When Papa had to go," she said eventually, cradling the child, "he gave it to me so I'd have something to remember him by."
"He filled it with—these?" The child touched the mother's face. "Tears?"
She embraced the child tightly. The child bore this silently. In her hands was the vial, the fathomless blue of the child's eyes.
"—then why do you hide it, Mama?"
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ArtemisAnyone, 100 words. For the af100's prompt of 'elephant' (white elephant, here) and drabble100's prompt of 'children'.