This post is a contest entry on Deanna Schrayer’s blog.
Photo by Tia L Brink
She huddled in her coat and tucked her chin deeper into her scarf; the towering buildings offering little defense against the cold air. Dark windows mocked her, reflecting her journey as she hurried by, the pink rose bud she clutched bobbing in time with her steps.
Arriving at the mouth of an alley, she paused, searching the recesses before pushing forward. A gust of frigid air swirled around her, whipping her hair across her face as she jogged from one curb to the next.
Just two more blocks.
Clinging to the gifts, she imagined the beaming face of her little angel; big brown eyes framed in thick brows, a giant smile, all surrounded by a mass of chestnut hair. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her little girl’s joyful expression.
I’m coming baby.
She swallowed passed the lump in her throat and pushed through the gate, counting the rows as she went.
Twelve rows in. Nine spaces over.
Her pace slowing as she neared her destination. She dropped to her knees, and with trembling hands arranged the rose and teddy bear at the angel’s feet. Pulling off a glove, she brushed her fingers across the name engraved on the stone.
Tears streaming down her face, she bowed her head.
“Happy Birthday, baby.”
In loving memory of Alexandra Flores
February 28, 2000 – September 22, 2004
We love you and miss you.