“I’m 37 years old, and I want to have a baby.”
And my husband hasn’t touched me in seven months, but I fear appearing selfish in front of these underprivileged, who’ve lost children to leukemia, car seats not strapped in.
“My wife and daughter died in a crash with a semi,” says the widower, whose fingers I brushed at the refreshments table, we both going for the same blueberry scone.
I’m not uncaring, but his eyes are tantalizing.
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Up Next: Part 2 – Sweet Shop
As if I haven’t had enough with challenges these past few months, here’s another one…
The challenge is to blog every other day June 17 through June 30, using the theme or prompts given for each post day as inspiration.
The theme is seven and the prompts are based on famous book titles, and would you believe I’ve never read a single one of those books? (Don’t shoot me!) Needless to say, I’ll be focusing on seven. Seven stories at seventy-seven words each.
But for those of you who are curious, today’s prompt is: The Fault in Our Stares
Sometimes I end up following the prompt even when I don’t mean to. 😀
By the way, this is Part 1 of a quick interlude series (while you wait on my next serial story, which you can still vote for). So be sure to come back on Monday to see what happens next!