Gifts
Fog loitered in the air with a surly malevolence. A distant muffled scream, cut prematurely short. Minutes later, murky blue flashes; a siren cutting the night like a scalpel.
A nurse turned the tv off, 'another war, senseless waste of life.'
Mary lay on her back sweating. No time for an epidural. Joe’s parting remark echoing; door slam like a gunshot, 'Slut! I shoot blanks!’
'One more push,' coaxed the weary midwife.
A cry. A tired smile. ‘It’s a baby boy.’
Out of the East came three shadowy figures, under the flickering sign for the Star Inn; hope to bestow.
- Category: Myths, Legends & Fables
- Tags: Second Coming, 3 Wise Men, hope
4 comments add one below
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Alex Munro about 8 years ago
Written for the 100 word story website. Has a photo prompt this month of 3 mysterious figures - and this is what I've ended up with. I enjoy the challenge, even if I don't always hit the thematic mark.
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Neville Hunt about 8 years ago
This is great writing, Alex. You had me guessing to the end - good for drabbles in particular. I love the night cut like a scalpel metaphor. Content terrific. I loved it.
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Alex Munro about 8 years ago
Thanks Neville. Your kind words are always much appreciated.
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D.M. about 8 years ago
Interesting retake of an old story.
