Written in response to Carrot Ranch and the prompt word Blanket. The challenge is to write a story in ninety-nine words.
Alessandra loved her mum’s blanket. Patches of a past she couldn’t forget. Each colourful addition was like a happy memory in time. There was a red and white check, which resided on her own mama’s tablecloth. An old dress, she wore when she performed at school, all their baby blankets, and her dad’s red parachute beret were only part of its elaborate history.
It gave her comfort when she couldn’t sleep at night; chemotherapy taking its toll in the silent recesses of her thoughts. It was here she was loved and kept safe from the dangers lurking in nightmares.
Sad, but a lovely take Diana.
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A sweet story
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this is a lovely sweet story Diana! ❤
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Thank you
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