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Timeless (Short Story in the Stories of Life series)

She lay on her back in the quiet room.  Her eyes blinked slowly while she gazed around.  Most of the things she looked at were out of focus.  This mattered little as she was warm in her bed which lead to her to drift off to sleep.  She dreamt of simple things that made her happy; a good dinner, her loving family, a car trip and a warm bubble bath.  

Then upon waking she stretched her arms and arched her back.  It felt good.  She looked around her room at a picture close to her on the wall.  Even seeing it fuzzy she was able recognized it as her family.     

She yawned and kicked off the covers.  Soon her stomach began to hurt.  This feeling grew and became painful.  She grimaced then unintentionally her emotions took over.  She began to tear up then cry. 

A few moments later a familiar voice spoke kindly to her.  It made her stop crying as a pair of gentle arms lifted her body far above the bed.  She looked into the angelic face of her Mother.  She felt perfectly loved by the woman who was there in the same loving way for both her infancy then eighty-seven years later upon her death.

*A short story showing the parallels between the beginning and end of life.  As both a baby in her crib and an elderly woman confined to her death bed each time being rescued by her Mother.

*Where have I been for nine months?  February 20th I gave birth to our twin son’s.  Giving me a grand total of four beautiful children.  It has been two months and I am just now getting enough of my mind back that I am ready to begin writing again.  There is something about pregnancy that robs me of my ability to find the right word. 

So as an exercise of the mind I am writing a series of short stories entitled “Stories of Life”.  They are nonlinear stories about various events in the main character’s life. 

I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I am excited to write them.  So here we go, mental pushup number one.  Any feedback, as always, is greatly appreciated. 
 

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