I stretched my arms to reach for her, but she wasn’t there, again. Sleepily, I went down, looked outside, watched her from afar.
Like a radiant morning fairy, she exudes natural effortless beauty. Yet the sun rays also revealed her soundless falling tears as she stares at her dear flowers.
For seven years, they have bloomed and withered with her pregnancies and miscarriages. They silently watched her grieve and get up, six times.
But those tears aren’t painful anymore.
‘Cause now she cries with joy, brought by the blooming new flowers and her seven-month-old tummy that keeps on getting bigger.
Word count: 100 words
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Photo credit: The Reclining Gentleman
In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.
Your touching tale, Vijaya, inspired my short story. ❤