Beautiful Imperfection

Time again for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words of fiction (or there abouts) based as close as you like to the photo prompt provided. Imagination is a funny old thing, strange where each new picture takes you, follow the link and join in the exploration.

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Photo Copyright : Janet Webb

She was hot, nauseous and dead on her feet, her legs almost too weak to stand. She felt sea sick. Like a small skiff cutting through the swell, each new wave hit, pulled her under, filled her lungs till she couldn’t breathe.  She was drowning on dry land.

She’d waited her whole life for that perfect family. Watched her friends have their first, their second and still she waited.

And now she was almost there, doctors had said he wouldn’t be perfect.

She stroked her stomach and felt a smile warm her through. Looking down, odd shaped pebbles and rocks glistened under foot, beautiful imperfection.

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