The sun rose.

The world went on.

As if nothing had happened.

As if everything was as it should have been.

He found her in the nursery.

Staring out the window.

The sky was a fiery red.

It tinged her tears.

She gripped the unused blanket.

Copyright Sue Vincent

This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt: Daybreak curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. Click on the link to read other stories inspired by the image.


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37 responses to “DAYBREAK”

  1. Iain this is so raw, I hope you have not experienced this, your words convey you may have. I have , both not full term but never forgotten, missed. This was beautifully written, it touched me. 💜

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    • Thank you so much, So grateful it managed to touch you. We were fortunate to not experience this, although we were close with premature twins, but they made it through in the end. Big hug.

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      • Thank you for the hug, so pleased you have your twins. My girls would be about 46 now and the first 48 but I still wonder. They were not to term but still a loss 💜 On a happy note I have three fine sons, 37, 45 and 46 and two grandsons 💜

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    • Thank you Janet. It is a sad reminder of how precious and miraculous life is – and how we take it for granted so much of the time. So pleased you were able to have that joy, although I’m sure the heartache never entirely goes.

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  2. I think anybody who’s lost a loved one can relate to this. If humans had the ability to stop the dawn from breaking, I think we’d be trapped in an eternity of individual miseries. It’s a blessing that we can’t stop time, even though it feels like a curse.

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