She smiled at the others around her, glad more than ever that she had managed to excuse herself from the situation that her youthful folly had landed her in for so many decades.
In fact, it had been pushing close to a hundred years since she’d foolishly agreed to marry a man that had captured her attention as a young phoenix. The marriage had been horrible and a lot closer to her being a kept ‘pet’ that was used to create an ‘elixir of life’ for the man than anything else.
The woman shook her head slightly to clear away the cobwebs that such thoughts always caused and returned her attention to the young people that had come to visit her daughter and smied once more.
This was a much better life even if it was likely she’d outlive her own child.
Inspired by the prompt for this weekend’s Stream of Consciousness from one of the awesome people substituting for Linda.
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“I just want to he-”
“I said don’t touch me!” the woman was hysterical when they reached them, flinging herself back from the child in front of her with a full body lunge that ended with her on her back.
She winced, evidence that she was injured showing as red started to spread through her shirt, dark though it was.
They had been startled by the sudden appearance of the woman and the child, but that was broken when the child let loose a sob, but didn’t step towards the fallen woman once more.
It wouldn’t be until much later that they would discover the reason the woman hadn’t wanted the child, her niece, to touch her. Apparently the child could heal by taking on the wounds of those she was touching. The slash all along the woman’s front would have killed her before the child’s quick healing would be able to take care of it for her.
This snippet is brought to you by the Stream of Consciousness prompt for this weekend, which was given by one of the lovely December substitutes over at lindeaghill.
Mary smiled as she held the little boy in her arms for the first time. Warren smiled down at his exhausted wife, knowing that any threats she might have breathed at him-
(“Why did I want this? What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? Why did you let me do this?!)
-okay, maybe she didn’t so much as breathe them as scream them in the quietest voice he had ever heard her (or anyone else) use.
But this moment, standing next to her as they stared down at their little boy, their little gift from someone out there in the world.
It was worth it.
Inspired by the prompt for this week’s Stream of Consciousness prompt. Make sure to check it out as there is a guest prompter this week!