They ran fast as they could, the darkness suffocating every array of hope. Her steps became laboured, Molly’s wriggling wearing tiny on her tiny hip.
They had only tonight or it was goodnight forever. Slowly her legs bowed to gravity, seeking to calm her baby, she sang her favourite lullaby as she embraced the inevitable.
Cosy, cosy, snug as a bunny
my precious Molly, honey suckle
rest on mummy’s bosom
as the night time worries fade away.
Springing upright, Agnes focused on the bathroom light as it pierced the darkness.
No night time worries here.
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.