Day 12 of Writing 101: 150 – No more, no less.

Motherhood

She sat in the bus, solemn. Her face was damp, coated with a layer of oil and dust. Her throat was dry.

She ran from her defeat. As fast as the bus could take her. The tears swelled in her eyes, chocking her voice at the base of her throat.

Then, the baby peeked from the mother’s lap, on the seat in front of her. He smiled easily, his cheeks dimpling in the process. The black wisps of hair were ruffled. He sucked on his minuscule thumb, saliva glossing his lips.

Oh well, she thought. I’ll just adopt – motherhood will still feel the same.

A smile crept on her lips, for the first time in the day. It felt liberating to her muscles. She raised her hand and waved it in front of the baby. He split in giggles and waved her back.

Yes, I can still be a mother.

W.C: 150

Copyright © 2015 Arpita Pramanick

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P.S: I was away for most of the day yesterday, hence the delay in posting this. Anyway, I am usually long in my rants, but have been trying my at hand at shorter works since W101 started. Hope you enjoyed this one!