Tell a story – in less than 100 words – my own challenge – (the loss is based on the truth, the birth is fictional).
“The darkness was so loud, she could hear it in her head. Slowly she moved her hand across the rumpled bed, seeking the warmth of his skin.
The icy sheet mocked her yearning, sneering at her grief. He was everywhere and he was gone.
In another place he left her, a snipers bullet dulled his amber eyes.
His last breath whispered over the sandy ground.
She clasped her belly,
Their son answered her call – vigorous, demanding,
The rose blush of dawn illuminated the shadows
It was a new day.”
Wow. Just wow.
Thanks Andra, it was one of those little bits of writing that pops into your head at the oddest moments – this one while stirring a pot of pasta 🙂
Packs a punch! Beautiful
Ta very much Fiona 😉 and for stopping by to chat!
Oh, beautiful, Linda! To turn this round in 100 words too. Grief and rebirth. I must read it again now.
Thanks Kate – your commentary means a lot to me 🙂