Saturday Centus is a
themed writing meme. The challenge is to write 100 words to add to the
prompt started by Jenny Matlock from off on my tangent.
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The writing prompt is in bold itallics....
The chair dominated the small room, so did the smell of baby powder and the chest filled with tiny t-shirts and sleepers and soft -soled shoes.
(Please visit her site to read the other entries.)
The writing prompt is in bold itallics....
The chair dominated the small room, so did the smell of baby powder and the chest filled with tiny t-shirts and sleepers and soft -soled shoes.
A baby that was unplanned and unexpected at first, and then taken back before a name could be given, before fingers and toes could be counted and kissed.
Empty arms and lost dreams weren’t covered in “What to expect when you’re expecting”.
Other children followed, grew and blossomed right on schedule.
Other children followed, grew and blossomed right on schedule.
Like with most things the passage of time dulled the worst
yearning and left only an occasional wonder of what could have been.
Wow, makes me thankful for what I have:@)
ReplyDeleteWow, that was a very poignant piece. Great writing!
ReplyDeleteVery well done. This scenario is, sadly, incredibly common yet not talked about. I like that you wrote about it.
ReplyDeletexoRobyn
So, so sad. Great writing!
ReplyDeleteBest wishes,
Melody
MerrieMelody.blogspot.com
Poignant story.
ReplyDeleteNot an easy thing to go through.
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Very sad, and well written. Such a loss is not easily overcome.
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