Jenna was leaning against a wall at the edge of a long winded passageway. Her body, obscuring a better half of the passage from the rays of the sun.
My feet were tired from running, and I swear I could hear the incessant terrifying flutter of my heart. It was times like those, I regretted not putting in extra couple of hours at the gym.
By the time I got to Jenna, I was panting, barely able to make complete sentences.
“We’ve been worried sick looking for you!”, I managed after a few moments of getting-myself-together.
Jenna looked up and smiled. I could tell from the redness of her sclera and her stained cheeks, she’d been crying… Again.
I made space for myself beside her. Eventually she spoke,
“This grief, does it- does it ever get easier”, she choked. Placing her hand on what used to be a growing bump, her baby bump.
Staring into the abyss, I placed her hand in mine and let the silence answer…
word count :168. This story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge. Thank you @storyteller’sabode for this week’s image.
I know I have been awol this week. I will try my best starting today to get around all the long overdue comments for which I do apologize. And I do miss reading you posts and I’m looking forward to them.
Ameena, this story is wonderful! It is very touching and full of emotion. I love how you wrote the ending, “I placed her hand in mine and let the silence answer…” It really touched my heart.
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Thank you very much Pj. Aw, I am glad it did. 😊
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Hi Ameena,
This well-written story touched me deeply, the loss of a child must feel like the loss of a piece of one’s self.
@ “This grief, does it- does it ever get easier”. I wonder too.
I think of Grief as the gift that keeps on giving, one expects the passage of time to numb the pain. Some days the pain lessens and on other days, without warning, it comes back with all the fury of a hurricane, fresh and raw.
Memories are like raindrops that nurture grief, it’s hard to let go of what you cannot forget. 🙂
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Hello, thank you very much. I am so glad you felt that about this story. You described it perfectly. I felt like there was no right answer as to the duration of grief. I have learnt that we all grieve in different ways. 🙂
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Wow, this is heart-achy–well done.
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Thank you very much Azul 😊
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Welcome 🙂
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Very sad and touching Ameena.
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Thank you Mandi, I’m glad you felt that way about this story. 🙂
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You showed the sadness of a mother after her lost of the child regardless of time. Very touching and emotional.
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Thank you very much Funsie, that’s exactly what I wanted this story to depict.
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Well written story showing the inner turmoil of the mother’s loss and the love and support of a friend.
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Thank you very much Jc, it is a hard situation to go through alone, 🙂
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“I placed her hand in mine and let the silence answer…” beautiful
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Thank you very much😊
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Tender
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Thank you sir!😄
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I remember those emotions, I miscarried my second child.. you never forget, your piece of flash fiction captured those feelings of loss so well.
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Thank you very much, I’m glad you could connect with it.
I watched two of my aunts lose their firsts, it is a tough.
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So sad and well written dear Ameena!
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Thank you very much Lynz. It is sad, and tough too 😊
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yes so true!
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You certainly captured the essence of sadness. There must have been a greater need for the little soul elsewhere…I love how you ended it. Very touching.
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Thank you very much Deb. I felt like to a question like that, sometimes silence and gestures are the best replies. 🙂
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OH MY! The power of your words really come through! That last line especially!! At times like those, there are no words, you just need to put your hand in the other’s..GREAT JOB!! ❤
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Aww, thank you Joy! 😄 exactly, words aren’t the answers to some questions, gestures are.
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I nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award in my latest post! 🙂
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Thank you very much. What a coincidence, I was just writing an acceptance post to that same award. Would add yours to it. 🙂
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Very sad and well written.
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Thank you. It is sad 😔
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Ahhhh. Hugs to Jenna dear, that is a difficult lost to deal with. Thinking of what could have been for the baby, all the hopesand dreams.
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I know right… The superstar Jenna’s baby might have become. Maybe, thats what she thought about, hence the tears.
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