I immediately knew where this story would take me, but find the way was much harder than I anticipated. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, where this band of international writers struggle to do the same thing: make sense of a photo (contributed this week by Marie Gail Stratford), tell its story, in 100 words or less. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads our merry band. Check out her blog, Addicted to Purple, to read more stories or join in the fun. Caution: it’s highly addictive. I always welcome positive, or constructive feedback. Please leave a comment.
I Am Born (100 words)
She’s all I’ve ever wanted… her voice, her touch– so tender and sweet on my skin; the happiest place I know is in her arms.
The sound of her voice, singing only to me–has lulled me to sleep, kept me company, as I waited. That wondrous voice– loving and true, a safe haven in the dark.
For her I face the agony– the crush of air and light; I reach for her.
She rubs me with scented oil, and holds me to her naked skin, singing softly in my ear–promising she will never leave.
And I am home.
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