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About This Author
Web~Witch is living and writing with a passion, surrounded by the picturesque beauty of a quaint New England town in Massachusetts. She is inspired by the gorgeous maples, the rolling hills and the vast sea. As a mother of five children, four daughters and one son, she has learned that life offers many challenges, yet, has found that there is always a path of least resistance.
She enjoys every day and what it has to offer. Her dream is to pass along as much positivity as possible to others. Enjoying life to its fullest , laughing, spreading joy and humor and paying it forward is what describes the heart and soul of this woman.
Welcome to her little corner of the world. Do enjoy some New England charm and warmth while you are visiting.
Ta,
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~I'm Coming Home~ Flash fiction contest
Prompt: "I have no regrets"
It was a somber, rainy, October evening. The wiper blades were moving to a melodious, hypnotic beat. I was depressed from the recent turn of events. My doctor informed me I could never have a baby, and my husband Jake decided to leave me after two years of marriage. He placed a note in the mailbox; “It’s been wonderful, sweetie, but I want to have children someday, and you’re a lost cause in that department.”
My thoughts broke when a flash of lightning exposed something in the ditch. I pulled over, and proceeded cautiously, holding the huge flashlight Jake made me keep in the car. As I got closer, I heard a whimpering sound. I flashed the light on the wrecked car and saw a large tree limb embedded in the front seat. The front half of the car was completely crushed, and the occupants were obviously dead. A sweet little cry came forth from the back end of the car. I could not open the door, however the rear window was broken. I crawled through the shattered glass, peeked inside, and saw a beautiful baby girl, with no visible signs of injury, crying in fright. I unhooked the car seat and pulled it through the window while protecting the baby from glass shards with my raincoat.
I placed her in my car and drove away from the scene. I saw a sign, “5 miles to Mexico”. I stopped at a store in El Paso, purchased a little foldaway stroller, and parked the car two blocks from the border. I pushed the stroller toward customs.
The customs agent greeted me.
“Will you be staying long, Miss Rivera?”
“Permanently Sir; I am coming home.”
Three years have passed. I have never looked back; moreover, I have no regrets.
( word count 297)
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