She tumbled through dreams, restless in the night, until finally she landed in one – the most terrifying of all. She dreamed she saw someone carrying her baby.
In the end, she was right.
She died a week later and we indeed carried that baby of hers from that moment on.
A 50 word story written for the Weekly Challenge.
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omg.
I read it once stopped. Reread it. thought.
reread again. It is haunting.
Thank you! Somewhere in there was a line I woke up with one night. I wrote it down then came back to it weeks later and ta-da!
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