Monday, 12 December 2011


I'm still going with trying to link my pieces into an ongoing story starting with Sacrifice , then Secrets  and next...


She’d  been in labour for 16 hours and had tried her  best to relax and go with the flow, but the agony in her back was unrelenting, even when the contractions relaxed. The knowledgeable ones had stolen concerned glances at the tracings of her baby’s heart beat and with the rustle of a white coat, a decision was made. Nineteen was the last number she remembered counting before she slid under the heavy influence of the anaesthetic, like an exhausted sailor unable to keep himself afloat.  As Ella slowly drifted to the surface of her awareness, she could hear a baby’s snuffle and mewl as she groggily opened her eyes.  She watched her mother next to her, entranced and counting tiny digits, “my darling, she’s so perfect, so just like you”.

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1 comment:

  1. I'm just coming out of my shell in terms of writing so I'll just say - I think you did an amazing amount with only 5 sentences. Felt the new mom's physical condition and at the end wondered why the old mom was there instead of a partner. I was very engaged all the way through!

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