Thrown against the cobblestone floor, she feels her body collapse in pain. The metal chains on the prison doors are deafening. It’s damp, musty, and cold.
Soldiers dragged neighbors, friends, and her from their homes, killing or imprisoning them.
She is worried about her pregnancy.
Soon, sleep overtakes her, only to awaken in painful labor.
There is no medical staff to help. Alone, she births a baby in need of more time to grow.
Amid her screams, her newborn cries out.
Premature and underweight, she lays her baby girl on her breast.
What will be her fate?
Terror overshadows joy.
2023©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
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