Ephemeral

Wildflowers

"What do your hear tonight, detka?" she says, laying next to me in bed.
I put my head on her flat, warm chest like I do every night.
"It's fast and beautiful like hummingbird wings" I say smiling. Looking back up at her I notice somethings wrong, very wrong.
"Mummy?" I ask fear taking over my body, she's still like stone but not cold. I place my head back on her heart it's like a slow drumbeat; boom..... Boom... Boom, then nothing.
I start shaking her shoulders furiously wanting her to open her eyes and pull me into a hug laughing at her cruel joke, but still nothing. I collapse onto her chest and pound my little fists like bombs dropping on a city, too shocked at the suddenness to cry. I look at her still body laying on my bed like she's asleep, but she's more then asleep. My innocence disappeared so fast, ran off into the night. Never looked back.
I climb out of bed and go outside. I gather the wildflowers that grow beyond the sector boundary. They're the definition of beauty, I pick all the types of flowers I can see to place in mummy's hands.
I run back to mummy's death bed, before I'm caught by the curfew guards; I tuck her in and brush her hair placing some of the flowers in her hair, finally placing two in her hands. She looks like a picture. I kiss her head a tear slipping down my cheek.
"I hope you like the flowers mummy."