By Krystyna Fedosejevs
She cradled the newborn, comforting him with her singing.
“It’s all in your head,” her husband used to say. “They’re just young; a bit wild.”
Radio news confirmed what she knew: a drive-by shooter targeting the wrong house.
She covered her baby’s forehead with tear-soaked kisses. One of the bullets so close, inches away from the crib.
Holes were patched with plaster except for one. The one in the mother’s heart, reminding her of the moment and the emotional scar she carried.
“Sleep, little one,” she murmured.
Had the bullets hit the drug house next door, her husband would be alive.
A great, sad story. Tugs at the heartstrings and points out one of the growing horrors of our age. This is a Winner!!!
Terrible pain beautifully expressed without mawkishness or over statement. It hit me hard in the throat.
Thank you Bobby and Carol for reading and commenting.