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.
"5 minute walks"
food, beauty, happiness.
A sailboat, a couple, and their little dog too.
Where your words matter.
Poems | England | Staffordshire | East Anglia | Northern Ireland | The Needwood Poems.
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
The road to the forum is paved with good intentions.
Mostly unfinished stories primarily produced as a direct result of my association with the OC Writers Guild
A Clairvoyant Journey. One Life. One Quest. Find the Truth.
My Great Aunt Norah's wartime diaries, 1938-1948
histories
Confessions of a Grammar Ghoul
Photography
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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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