The Journey
She had little time,no,she knew she had no time left.So she waddled down the lonely path toward the hut where the old healer hid from people.The door opened and her body too.A tiny life took his first air and she breathed her last. #zapfic
Wow, you pack a punch with few words. The scene is vivid. The dynamic is clear. Her choices that of a mother. Give life to your child. Great piece, almost a poem.
Thank you! It’s not easy to be a mother. From the word go, one has to be ready to sacrifice for the little one(s).