She hadn’t seen her baby in twelve hours. Her fingers gripped the blanket in which she used to tuck him into when saying goodnight. Her heart was beating fast, tears stained her pale face. There was total silence and the only thing that was running through her head was the image of her baby being brought back into her life, so she could treasure him with every ounce of love she had left in her fragile body.
But there was a loud siren and the flashing of blue lights. She moved slowly to the door and opened it and saw a police car, still flashing those lights. A young man stepped out of the vehicle, holding what looked like pieces of clothing. Clothes that could only fit a very small baby.
If you look closely, you could see a small tear in the corner of his eye and she knew.
Her baby boy was dead.
All was silent except for her screams as her heart broke in two.
About the Creator
A Clem
Film & TV writer, bookworm and lover of all things food. Currently writing a script for TV and stage but really getting distracted and I need more motivation (send help).
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