Painting by Mary Cassat.
A cheery one this morning—still feeling crappy.
HOWEVER if anyone else would like to write their own one or two sentence story based on this painting, do please. It might cheer me up! I’ll make this an on-going challenge, so if you don’t like this one, pick a previous one, or wait for the next.
Just post on your own blog and link to mine so I can see it, or leave it in the comments below. Go on; it’s great fun.
She held the baby tight one last time, so her skin would remember his smell of talc and milk, before the soldiers wrenched him from her arms.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Jane, I can’t bear the pain in some of these stories.
I’m sorry, John. I’m not feeling very well at the moment and it messes up my brain. Please write a cheerier contribution if the spirit moves you 🙂
I’m really sorry to hear that, Jane. FWIW, my comment was a compliment — some of these stories are really moving.
It’s only migraine, not permanent brain damage, but when I have them back to back it gets depressing. Thank you for the compliment 🙂 Moving good—miserable bad.
We became one, one mind, my mind to hers, hers to my mind and the child leaned against me, exhausted after performing the Vulcan mind-meld.
Great! That’s imagination for you!