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Mom pressed her feet into the stirrups with all of her might, tears of joy and agony streaming down her face. The last push was the hardest, working out the shoulders and wings that followed the long, slender neck. After that, the rest of the stork slid out easily.
Mom and dad wrapped their arms around one another and looked upon it with a combination of euphoria and crippling exhaustion, eagerly waiting to see what the white sack in his beak held. But the messenger only looked back sympathetically, bowing its head in a solemn apology.
The pouch was empty.
Mom and dad wrapped their arms around one another and looked upon it with a combination of euphoria and crippling exhaustion, eagerly waiting to see what the white sack in his beak held. But the messenger only looked back sympathetically, bowing its head in a solemn apology.
The pouch was empty.
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Flash-Fic-Month July 25, 2014
No Challenge
I wrote a drabble. Hadn't done that in a while, so hey. I'll get back to AJM eventually, but I think that for my own sake, I needed to get away from it for a minute. Over-arcing stories are hard.
No Challenge
I wrote a drabble. Hadn't done that in a while, so hey. I'll get back to AJM eventually, but I think that for my own sake, I needed to get away from it for a minute. Over-arcing stories are hard.
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Ouch, man. Right in the feels. Like everyone else, I was expecting funnies, and then... well that happened. Masterfully done.