By Coco Jane
“Hi, Millie,” said Dr. Deens. “No appetite lately, huh?”
“Looking at Colleen’s empty crib, I’m just not hungry. I can barely look after the house, Sam, or myself.” Her hand covered a gravy stain on her dress. “Why bother eating? I throw it up anyway.”
She thought, Why bother even living? but kept that to herself—for now.
After the exam, Doc offered his hand. “Congratulations, Millie. You’re eight weeks pregnant.”
Millie drove home slowly. The house looked strangely different. Homey. She lifted Sam’s rumpled sweatshirt off the couch and placed it into the hamper.
She fixed herself a ham sandwich.
A difficult subject well-handled and I loved the positive ending!
Excellent writing in so few words! Apt title.
Sunshine after the rain. While tragic, it is a beautiful message of healing.
Thanks, all, for your support!
Millie was my grandmother. The new baby she carried was my dad.
What a lovely story… well written with vivid imagery and emotions… well done…