reba
The smiles of the little children brought back faded memories to her foggy mind. The yellowed faces of her own children running around the front lawn in the sprinkler. She could remember the dripping of ice cream, the energy filled laughter as they jumped through the sprays of water.
the bird flitted up above her head, beady eyes looking up at the azure expanse. The woman touched her round stomach, feeling the child stir within her. She smiled softly, looking down at it. "A hawk child. A beautiful hawk child."
"What is that?" She remarked harshly, looking at the blue scribbles on the child's paper. The freckled face boy looked up with wide eyes, clenching the crayon in his small hands. The woman shook her head, looking away to another child's creation.
he never drew again.