“I’m 37 years old, and I want to have a baby.”
And my husband hasn’t touched me in seven months, but I fear appearing selfish in front of these underprivileged who’ve lost children to leukemia, car seats not strapped in.
“My wife and daughter died in a crash with a semi,” says the widower whose fingers I brushed at the refreshments table, we both going for the same blueberry scone.
I’m not uncaring, but his eyes are tantalizing.
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Up Next: Part 2 – Sweet Shop
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In addition to being Black History Month, February is also the month of love. ❤ So to count down to Valentine’s Day, the one holiday I love to hate, I’ve decided to repost my Group Therapy micro fiction series. It’s a story about two grieving parents who find love in the unlikeliest of places. I hope you enjoy.
Note: The link for part 2 will work when the post is published tomorrow.