#Flashfiction – Shard


Her son’s death shattered her life like a stone hitting a mirror. The shards pierced her heart and soul making it impossible for her to experience love or joy in any way.

She stood with her sister’s baby in her arms. Little Monica looked up at her with large, trusting eyes. She walked around the room singing softly to the tiny girl just as she had sung to her own boy more than twelve years ago.

A burst of love surged through her, vapourizing the shards. Acceptance of the past brought her acceptance and a welcome sense of peace.

Written for Charli Mills Carrot Ranch Literary Community’s 99-word challenge as follows: January 24, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about shards. You can write about the pieces, the item they once were, or who picks them up and why. Go where the prompt leads.

You can join in here: https://carrotranch.com/2019/01/25/january-24-flash-fiction-challenge/



32 thoughts on “#Flashfiction – Shard

  1. My mom told me that a theory from long ago – before industrialization – was that you had to keep pumping out kids so you could transfer your love for the dead ones onto something. This reminded me of that tale.

    Do you think people do transfer love from a dead child to a new one? Or is it just a coping mechanism to ignore true sadness?

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  2. There is a healing that is special and soothing from an innocent child that cannot be denied.
    I just read a good news story about a little boy who went up to a police officer to thank the man for keeping his neighborhood safe. While the boy could have been encouraged by his parents, it was still a nice gesture that made the police office feel like he had chosen the right profession.

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      1. Absolutely Robbie and especially as he’d been so sick she would be used to him being hospitalised from time to time … takes 6-8 weeks and she will be a mess. Be there for her 🙂

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