She didn’t have the time to bring flowers this morning or to wish Sophie in the hallway. All she wanted was to share the special moment with him who didn’t have the slightest clue about their situation.
She opened the door with ragged breath, saw him lying there with his eyes still closed; he hasn’t said a word or moved an inch since five months. Walking up to him with moist eyes she placed his hand on her round belly.
Moments passed, she felt movement – impatient kicking, inside her, followed by the feeble fluttering of fingers on her skin.
As promised, a Thursday Tiny Tale. I must say it is not as easy to write a complete, comprehensible story in just 100 words as I thought it would be. Deciding what not to write is proving to be more difficult for me. Please feel free to share your thoughts and feedback. I highly appreciate it!