She sat on the stoop
New life
She sat on the stoop cradling her swaddled granddaughter. Even now making a statement. The first girl; breaking a tradition.
She sat bewildered at how this little one’s father had died.
Her son.
The fatal crash where he was technically at fault. Yet dash cam footage of others held a premonition. There would soon be a victim.
Her son made a statement.
This little one; her soul connection.
The first in the bloodline to finish high school. University.
A celebrated artist known for his specialty: ‘Ephemeral art.’
What’s is death?
Existence extinguished?
Devine ascension?
Transition to light sent skyward?
She chose light.
About the Creator
Pauline Fountain
Writing combined with photography provides me with a creative outlet to reflect with meaning on my life.
In 2008 I was diagnosed with Bipolar 1 (Rapid Cycling) and Complex PTSD.
My son’s gentle wisdom furnishes me with the gift of hope.
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Comments (9)
Oh, the pain in this is so carefully woven. But the choice that one can make- even after surviving such loss -feels inspiring. Lovely writing.
Sad, but soo beautiful. I loved the ending. 🥹❤️
Very well done
Your story had a poetic touch to it. It was sad and so well written! Also, I loved your photo!
Very sad, and yet, I sense hope. Thank you!
Heartfelt and sad. I believe truly in premonition. We should listen and heed life's messages. Very well done message here. Sons are great.
Fabulous!!! Loving it!!!💕
💔❤️xx
Beautifully sad micro fiction, luv it.