FLASH FRIDAY CHALLENGE: 99 WORDS
PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. AYR
The pebbles crunched beneath their feet, chanting, “Stop. Stop. Stop.”
“Sam, I can’t.” Rose said, clutching her fruitful womb.
“We have to. The baby will be here in a few weeks. We need to get her room ready.”
“We’ll buy new stuff,” she pleaded; tears pooling in her eyes.
“Rose. She’s gone.” His voice was shaky and stern all at once.
Rose stared at the lavender door. She rubbed her belly, feeling the life moving inside her.
“What if we lose her too?” she asks.
Sam dropped the chain and grabbed his wife’s hands.
“This time will be different.”