Prompt #73 “6 Words”

This prompt stumped me completely! But still presenting a few lines…

  1. Subtlety is art; Recognizing it, science
  2. My hand stops shaking in yours.
  3. Responsibility called. I let it ring.
  4. Erratic heartbeats say I’m in love
  5. Love: My hearing aid, your crutches
  6. Tiny feet, fumbling steps, joyful tears
  7. Bittersweet memories, dry eyes, flowered grave

An attempted response to mindlovemisery’s prompt! I really need feedback here!

The link that inspired this prompt is brilliant! Check it out – http://imgur.com/gallery/RGetM

Prompt #71 ″Why me?”

She wailed when they took her baby away – the one she had spent the last eight weeks nursing. Her perfect, happy child had become a favourite in no time. His happy laughs and beaming golden face drew everyone to him and why not! A bundle of sunshine he was!

The gentle poke he gave the big man was enough to bring a smile. She looked on unhappily as the man picked up her baby and cradled him. He whispered, “What do you think, little guy? Ready for your new home? Your new mommy is waiting to welcome us!” She couldn’t say a word and scream that he had no right to handle her baby. She had laboured for hours to give birth to him as she had with his brothers. She had fought with their father to keep her children safe and sound. She had never wanted her children to be separated. She had never wanted this.

One by one, she saw her children being taken away from her. Every time she shed tears with cries falling on deaf ears. She had worried endlessly about keeping her baby in check once he grew up to be the strong, determined man that he was showing promises of. With a sinking feeling she realized that her concern was futile as she wouldn’t be around to see him grow. Every time they came, she was barely spared a glance. Her broken legs meant she was of no value – she could not love as the others would. She looked down at her useless legs and strained to straighten them out. Every time she missed and fell on her sides. Every time she painfully made her way back to her bed. Forlorn, she whispered to herself “Why me?

Tomorrow was different. No, they did not give her baby back. No, her legs did not straighten out. But she was helped to her feet and tucked into bed. She saw an old man with twinkling eyes at her side, gently stroking her head and comforting her. He looked at someone standing by the porch and said, “Her. I want her”. Her tail started wagging happily at those words and she yelped softly, “Why me?” The man smiled at her knowingly as he limped to the payment counter speaking the words that had never come her way before, “She’s perfect!


My first foray into fiction 🙂 This was in response for mindlovemisery‘s prompt, “Why me?”

Tried to present two sides of it. Feedback appreciated 🙂