Like a vibrant flower in full bloom, 2015 was my life’s blessed prolonged spring. We got our million-worth dream house. Most especially, we finally have our first born after five years of waiting. A blissful life season ends after the unseen 2016 fall.
My husband’s an animal rights advocate. I love and hate him for that. He avoided a stray cat on that fateful night, in exchange of his and our only baby’s lives. I survived, barely.
From a lovely blossoming bud my life’s now like the naked trees I overlooked outside my asylum’s window– alive but barely breathing quadriplegic.
Word count: 100 words
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Photo credit: J Hardy Carroll
In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 08 April 2016.
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.