I’m a sucker for a good prompt. Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly Flash Fiction prompt based on the photo supplied below. If you wish to take part, the idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 100-200 words (flash fiction)
Once you have written your story, please click on this link to add your story to the list. If you see other people’s faces there, then take a peek at their story and pop them a like a bit of feedback. It’s always nice to hear what other people think of your stories.
Now she was at the gates, she felt her strength slipping. The late evening sun that had warmed her not ten minutes before had made a cowards retreat behind the clouds. Even the sun had forsaken her. A cold waft of air wove its way underneath her shawl and she shivered pulling it tighter. She put her hands on the cold iron fret work, the coarsely worn paintwork embedding into her skin. She barely noticed.
She rested her head against the gate and let her breathing slow. Her stomach flipped and she could almost taste the bile fighting for release. She waited for it to settle, it did, but only slightly. Moving one hand from the gate she gentle rubbed her palm over the life growing in her belly. The gates, and the life that were barred from her, would not be for her child. She could do this. She could give him up. In her heart she knew it would be a son. Another woman would love him, cherish him, make him the man he was destined to be. Make him the rightful heir to this vast estate.
She would give him this gift, it was all she had.