Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright – J Hardy Carroll
With every sunrise it got harder to remember the exact moment she gave up. Days rolled one after the other, placing another layer of dust on her dreams.
It was no surprise she was not allowed to his funeral. Never welcomed into their ranks, hated from the start for dragging their beloved son through the mud, his family made it clear they were not to mix.
Watching from the window as they carried his casket from the train to the hearse, the fog over her soul lifted.
“We’ll be ok.” She whispered to the baby safely nested in her belly.