Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!
I’m afraid the connection of the story to the photoprompt is very tenuous. My thought was the nurturing of a helpless infant by an older couple, just as the fledgling has been hand reared.
The Motherless Child
“I can’t tell you how sad I am for you, Maureen,” said Carol.
The white wall-clock ticked away the seconds. There was a smell of disinfectant. My daughter, Diana, looked peaceful now. I stroked her hand. It was smooth and soft – and already cool.
Diana’s new-born baby daughter snuffled in her crib.
“Thank you, Carol.” I took her arm, for she, too, was a grandmother to the child.
“That wastrel son of yours; who’s going to look after the baby?” ground out my husband.
Carol flinched, but I answered “We are, Ted. There’ll be legal things, custody. Will you ring the solicitor?”