By Shannon McPherson
Alice dragged the pasta around her plate. The noodles made clumpy rivers through the red sauce. The room was silent, just the low scratching of her fork across the porcelain.
She kept her gaze cast down, but she knew he was watching. He always did since it had happened. She wouldn’t look up. If she looked up, he would want to talk, and talking about it was the last thing she wanted.
Alice laid a hand across her lower belly. They used to do that before, lay their hands on her stomach, anxiously awaiting the bumps and kicks.
But now, nothing.
A vivid and moving portrait of loss. Well done.
Very real. A little too real. Thank you.
Beautiful, moving, poignant, and heartbreaking. All in 101 words.
A true piece of art.
Beautiful piece of prose.
A lot said in 101 words…
Powerful ending. Very well done piece.
Beautiful presentation of a very stressful situation.