As the morning sun filtered through the swaying curtains and warmed her tear-stained face resting on the windowsill, she opened her eyes a slit and peered around the room.
Finding no one there, she despaired and gazed out the window. The hazy autumnal sky varnished with gold; early birds’ incessant chatter announcing the arrival of a new day. Everything looked normal except the empty vessel stirring inside her.
He’d stormed out of the house after last night’s squabble.
“In anger, I did not even tell him.”
Her eyes moistened while she bit her lower lip and gently rubbed her belly.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Written for Friday Fictioneers
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