Time will heal. That’s what everyone kept saying. But she knew the truth. She was an exception.
It’s been 9 years. With each passing year she felt his absence tremendously.
She felt betrayed as she was forced to live with the memories of her baby. Losing him in her womb made her wound an irreparable one.
The healing power of time never reached her distraught heart.
© Vinitha 2020
This flash fiction is written in response to the twelfth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘TIME’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.