The pain is still raw, like sandpaper on my heart. The memory of her lifeless body abounds.
I see her in girls her age.
What would she look like?
How soft would her voice be?
It pains me to remember, but how could I forget?
My baby girl, my angel.
This was my entry into @jayna's #fiftywordscontest. This is a great way to get back into writing, hone your writing skills or just try out writing. We are building a super supportive little community here now under the watchful eye of @jayna. I encourage you to give it a go and be sure to check out as many other stories as you can, leave a comment, upvote them if you like what you have read and support each other :o)
This week's prompt was "memory", see @jayna's page for full details.
The picture I used above is not my own and the source is here
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
Peace out.
