It was cloudy when Macie returned home. She had been little more than a machine for the past 2 years. Her husband sighed, reaching out to take her hat and coat. All of a sudden, a fierce gust of wind shook their living room. The wind blew through his study, scattering his papers and bringing down a doll, which he had hidden from her. He did not hear the doll fall, but Macie did. She rushed over and picked it up, her eyes watering. She looked at his stunned face and sobbed for the first time in 2 years.
This story was written for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Thank you, Charli, for giving us the opportunity.
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Did they lose a child? It’s best this storm has blown through their home to break the silence.
Yes. And they say a mom can hear her child from the farthest corner of a room. Here, the lady is able to hear her child’s doll. Thank you for reading this story:)
The sweep of emotions with the action of the wind adds a haunting element to the story. The full impart of the doll is not reveal but its emotional impact is felt.
The doll was the child’s favourite toy. The dad had hidden it away in his study as the mom had not yet accepted the loss of her child. Thank you for the read and the encouragement, Charli.
Extremely emotional for me. I relate to what you wrote. IMO, brilliant write!
Thank you, Amy, for your heart-felt comments.
You are so very welcome!! xo