Ten little fingers. Ten little toes. Screams and coos. Not silence. Silence was heartbreaking. Silence was scary. Silence meant troubles.
The ward was full of sound. Voices raised in joy, sadness, and anger. Beeps from machines, pings in the announcement system, rings from the phone. The phone never stopped ringing. She pushed her cart down the hall, her shoes squeaking along the newly waxed floors and entered a room at the end.
“How are we doing today?” Her voice was deliberately brighter. The woman curled up on the bed, one hand resting on the chest of her newborn child.
“Perfect.”
This post is for the 100 Word Challenge at Velvet Verbosity’s. This week the word was Perfectionism. I’m still adding to my previous 100 Word story. See the other pieces here, here, here, and here.
Awww… definitely. That was the most perfect moment in my life. Thank you for writing this post.
sigh – lovely.
I love these 100 word challenges. Might find myself joining in one of these days!
Nice take. Yes for a parent such moments indeed are perfect
Awwww, very, very nice. A wonderful moment. Perfect.
While I’ve never experienced this ‘moment’ myself I can definitely imagine how it would be perfect; drowning out the other chaos around.
Nice piece
Yes, those first moments together were perfect. Thanks for these memories.
Aw, very sweet. Good job.