Holy **** hell. That **** hurt. ****.
Yeah.
About the title: I can't help but think that Orida herself, in the future, may wish to have had some more time with a living mother. A meal, a stroll, a hug. Things that you weren't able to enjoy when you could because of many reasons. But that's the tricky part, isn't it? Even if you had had more time, you wouldn't have been able to enjoy it as you could have.
Today was the first day in a long time when I didn't have any grading to do or anything that needed to happen, so I figured I would write a quick story. Oddly, this was not at all the story I set out to write. When I decided to do something with Orida, my first thought was that she had somehow managed to pull the spirit of Royce Ingot out of Cartrevard without realizing it. It was originally Royce's voice that is calling to her at the beginning. But when I got to the third repetition of Orida's name, the thought occurred to me that it was her mother's voice. That made me think about who her mother was and all of the implications, knowing that Orida's mother is absent from her debut story "Whisperweft." And that's of course when this story started to form.
I somewhat regret doing this as a 50 word story, because I think this could be expanded into something more developed. Like you mention her, that "Five More Minutes" theme I feel could be expanded in a very affecting way. On some level, the brevity helps the impact/gut punch, but I really think this could be developed further. I probably won't, but I might do that at some point.
...I'll just leave it at that. Thank you for sharing, Raven.
Thanks for reading. Sorry this one kind of comes out of nowhere.