February 8, 2013

55 word story- Sleep

She watched him, the morning sun sneaking in through the crack in the curtain. A single strand of hair on his forehead. Her fingers moved forward, freezing midair. A strong hold held her back. Crazy woman, what if he wakes up? This peace and quiet will be shattered, he said. Their little brat slept on.

1 comment:

  1. I was thinking of a husband and here it's a child!

    Sleep is magic - I think the most naughtiest child would look like an angel while asleep.

    Joy always,
    Susan

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