A CHANGE OF HEART

She came in on the midnight hour looking warn and weary like a wilted flower, tired bedraggled sloven and bereft of any power.

Rain had washed her make up off and she looked half her age, her hair hung limp and wet there was a nasty taste in her mouth and her belly was full of rage.

Peeling off her soaking clothes letting them fall to the floor through the house naked she walked oblivious to all, her soul in bits she could feel no more.

She crept into the shower and let the water run, hot hot hotter then she took the scrubbing brush she must undo what had been done. So she let the water run and run.

She closed her mind to all that had run before she bent her head and stared at  the chipped tile on the floor. So tired, so tired and in such pain do it right do it wrong it is all the bloody same.

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What to do, she did not know she had to sort things this she did know. Slowly the water was turning red and there was whirling in her head .

Sagging knees she clutched her belly she tried to move but she had turned to jelly.

The sound of water was calming the warmth of the water was too, yet the pain was alarming……..

Sometime later the water ran cold she awakes and shivers and realizes she must move, she must get a hold. Where is her mum she needs some help then she remembers with a whelp.Crawling up she stops the water , dries herself off and looks in the mirror to see if she has altered.

Dressed again she makes her way down stairs moves the wet clothes that are hers, still in the house no one stirs. Leaving the house the rain has stopped she almost flies to the grave yard to retrieve what she has dropped.

Her nerve is running out as she approaches the warden’s shed she is pain and light in the head.Opening the door she slips inside there where she left it her bundle she spies. Picking it up and holding her breath she unwraps the smelly blanket .

Silence…………..she touches the face the lips, she lifts the tiny hands and kisses them suddenly a a movement a wriggle she holds her breath and then a cry ….. The answer to all her wishes.

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Lifting the little bundle up full of such relief that God , thank God this could so almost of ended in grief. Taking in a deep breath as that awful pain returned, it was really hurting now and she was quite concerned.
There was nothing for it, the one thing she  really did not  want to do. With a shaking hand she picked up her mobile ………. Hi Mum I really, really  need you She was very frightened no idea what to expect  but with him in her arms now she had no regrets!

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