Hot, so very hot; panting like a dog and oh the pain; if only someone would make it go away and then she could concentrate on why she was here and what she had to do.
But the pain was never-ending and the noise – could that be her voice she could hear yelling obscenities ?
Suddenly there were smooth, calming hands on her forehead and a gentle voice said ‘It’s OK Mrs Jones, only a few more pushes now.”
And then she was back in this stark hospital room with doctors and midwives encouraging her as her son’s head appeared.
This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from
Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single word prompt. This week’s word is SMOOTH
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I choose how I will spend the rest of my life 
Well done! Brings back memories of long ago!
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A very long time ago in my case. Thanks for the comment.
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Oh wow…that does bring back memories…ouch!!!!
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Ouch indeed. Such a long time ago for me. thanks for the comment Granny. Hope you are well.
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Funny that we both seem to be visiting old memories of early motherhood ! x
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Synchronicity or just a common thread?
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Probably a bit of both 😉 !
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