Not for me, she says.
I wonder what kind of woman talks about giving birth on her first date.
It’s gory. Painful. Bloody. And when they leave you, you lose them forever.
I wince at her words and slide a few inches away from her. We sit silently on the bench, sunshine warming our shoulders. Children fly kites by the water’s edge. Their laughter and shouts reach up to us. She stares at them, fists clenched.
Pain. Blood. Loss, she whispers.
I see tears in her eyes, hear the longing in her voice. I smile and inch slowly back towards her.
So much feeling expressed in so little words. Really amazing!
Really wonderful story.
Stunning!
A really enjoyable read that leaves food for thought, which is the important thing when only 101 words are allowed.
Insightful piece.
Excellent opening line, reels the reader in. Well done.