Monday, 11 April 2016

Freewrite - Pen the picture


 
"He saw her coming. His heart raced, and eyes searched. A longing from ocean to ocean, aching for her feet to tread on his shore. His constant worry, if whether her belly was full, if her body had rested, and if she had studied to her full potential. Questions, all bursting at once.

He stuttered and stumbled as he searched for her name. The one he had so lovingly given her, the day her mother gifted her to him, on her parting. The same day he had promised to never leave her side. The name that now lodged in his constricted throat, while his eyes swam in floods of tears.

He gazed upon the young woman who stood before him. He sank back into the abyss from which he had risen."I'm sorry dear. I thought you were my daughter, and for a moment I felt content."

© Aisha Mirza

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