Stay Awake – A Flash Fiction Story

Sometimes the connection between mother and baby scared me. The snow is falling, more like dripping; it’s slush. But the world is white and I am cold.  The bumps in the road lull the baby to sleep. Am I sleeping too? I shake my head and pinch my leg.

Stay awake.

Now I see the lights, and houses and smoke billowing from chimneys. It won’t take me long, and then I can get back on the road.

Leaving the car running in the street I take the baby and  I run to the first house with pretty Christmas lights.

 

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