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She held her baby close to her chest miffing his sobs with her tightly pressed palm on his mouth.
He was almost unconscious and she was dripping with sweat and blood.
She had come to celebrate her son’s first birthday but was now fighting to keep him alive.
He must live, she mumbles, gave him one last goodbye kiss and hid him in the laundry basket.
She went out of the room to face the terrorists who had seiged the Taj Palace and were on a killing spree.
Written as a part of Five Sentence Fiction Prompt
Prompt Word – Fearless
7 comments
Heart warming Gitanjali. Crisp narration where you make the emotions come alive. It’s always so sad how someone’s son or daughter dies in the terror attack. Brilliant writing.
Yes children are the worst hit in a terror situation and they must be protected come what may.
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Found you on Karve Sir’s blog. Cheers:)
Such a beautifully written story. I am not a mother, but it brought me tears
Such touching words. You warmed my heart:)
When I got this word Fearless to write, my baby was fast asleep besides me and I saw at him and randomly prayed to God to keep him healthy forever. It is then that it struck to me what if he is in some danger some day; what will I do? And I intuitively came up with this answer.
good write up Gitanjali.
Thanks Shweta! Glad that you liked.