Flashbacks have never been my forte, so this one might not be as good. Plus I have zero Ideas for this prompt. I think this is a lot harder for me that I thought it was going to be. Oh hello self doubt.
Write a short story or scene from the perspective of an elderly person.
Incorporate poignant memories into your narrative without slowing down the pace of the story. The elderly often spend a lot of time thinking back over their lives. Practice working these thoughts into the narrative without losing sight of the present story.
She could still see it as if it was the day they took him out of her arms. She had barely held the child when the agency came. The doctor had given her the babe, wrapped in a blue blanket and crying, his red face like a beacon to her heart. She had originally been taken a-back when her heart had filled with love at the sight of what she had produced. However, a baby out of wedlock was not something that has been wildly accepted back when she was 22 and therefore her parents had made the decision to get rid of it.
She remembered the dread she felt when the agency appeared at the door. Her only saving grace was the doctor who wouldn't let them in as she'd only just given birth. Time wasn't on her side and she knew it. They were there, outside the door, waiting for her decision to give the baby back. Her parents turned up and she knew there was no going back. After just five minutes with her new born the doctor asked if she was happy to let the baby go and she made the worst decision of her life. Handing her boy to the doctor tears formed and she couldn't stop herself from feeling like the worst parent in the world.
Getting up from the bench she was sitting on she knew that this was the day. She needed to find her baby boy, needed to know he had a good life and she hadn't given him up to a family who didn't want him. How did she go about starting the process? The adoption agency had closed down three years ago, diminishing her chances. The bench was underneath her again as her breath caught. How had she let it go on this long? She needed to find a way to find him.
End of scene.
I think Im getting the hang of this writing thing now. Getting part scenes in order so that my blog posts aren't 10,000 words long. Want me to carry on this story? Comment below.
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