Ada never visited the small wooden crosses that marked the sandy loam where her husband had interred the tiny corpses of the babes that would never suckle at her breast.
She never shed a tear at their passing, nor spoke the christian names they had been given.
She was a dutiful, if not loving wife, and reared the one child she was spared with a firm, yet caring hand.
She was on her deathbed the first and only time she ever told her husband, or her son that she loved them.
Just a moment after she realized it herself.
This was written for a combination of prompts provided by Charli at Carrot Ranch. The prompt calls for a piece of flash 99 words in length. Last weeks prompt was Sisu, which is a Finnish term for an enduring determination to overcome adversity. And this weeks prompt was something to do with old age.
Very, very moving. Such a lot conveyed in so few words.
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It’s so true Violet. Just get on with life.
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hauntingly beautiful, Violet thanks for sharing 🙂
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A lesson for us all Violet. Thank you. 💜🌼
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🙏🏻
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Sounds like the previous generations of women in my family. Well done.
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You’ve packed a huge parcel of unspoken implications into such a small package. Brilliantly done.
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I love how you combined 2 prompts.
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A very sad story, yet filled with so much emotion.
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I tell those I care about daily those words – and am thrilled when they repeat them – each and every time 🙂
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powerful emotions, or lack of as it was in those tough times!
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Oh, wow, Violet. Powerfully written. I can only imagine that she had walled up such love until it was almost too late. Good that she came to the realization.
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