That Night (A Flash Fiction)

That Night (A Flash Fiction)

“If only I was spared of your madness that night, I would have breathed life to a beautiful baby.”

I remember it so well; the darkness of the night, the sound of the cricket, the soft breeze blowing, and my heart beating fast. My mind went crazy, holding on to what could be the most precious thing I would ever have.

But, I was not spared. I was not spared from your unfounded accusations, tantrums, or unsolicited advice. I carefully read your messages between my shaking hands and my trembling knees. I felt the pain growing strongly. I felt the bleeding oozing fastly.

I cried. I cried the hardest. With the last message, you sent comes the last blood down my body.

I knew then it was the end.

I was not spared, so as my sweet little angel.

I lost her.

August 12.

I would welcome a new life, but I was not spared, and so was my angel.

For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt

Sixty-Five

Sixty – Five

i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty -five and you are sixty – nine
no longer capable of arguing over petty trivial matter sitting
quietly in our garden by the entrance porch your hand wrap around my shoulder
as our minds travel back in time when we  were young and restless
when our love stood by the ground of endless, pointless debates.

i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine
the kind that speaks highly of a love that survived and weathered all sorts of storms
for we know love is as delicate as a morning dew
and as fragile as a glass frame hanging by the edge of a wall
easily broken easily lost, but we muddled through the best we can
a photograph that will scream loudly of our love that survived against all odds.

i want a photograph of us together when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine
wearing our beautiful smiles over our charming wrinkled faces
a remembrance that once upon a time there was a young beautiful “me”
who fell truly madly deeply in love with the dashing gentleman that is you
and that without a doubt were meant to be together from the start
even when we both doubted and ignored our overwhelming connection to one another.

so baby please hang on there for i so badly want that photograph of us together
when i am sixty-five and you are sixty – nine.

For David’s Weekly Prompt