Dearest Child

I could smell it in the air, that stench that trailed us like a bloodhound. Why today, of all days? Why now?

“Regardless” I thought, “the events had come to be and soon many more would follow.”

I just prayed that those above would be merciful, only scraps remained of what they had stolen the time before.

My dearest child laid in my arms, so small and fragile. “Unaware, helpless.” I thought, “No, I can’t let them near. I have to find somewhere to hide.”

So I moved as quietly as a mouse, knowing that the only safety was in fleeing to the cracks out of view where no one would think to find us. I relocated the bookcase silently, unlocked the hinge and moved it back into place. Thank God I had attached it to the door.

“You’ll be safe, we just have to be silent and wait till they leave.”

I could hear the rattle of the handle, the unhurried footsteps of their pursuers and that stench, that horrible odor.

“Dear god don’t let them catch a whiff, all my work for nothing. They took your siblings but they can’t have you.”

I held my child tightly and made no note of the decay, I had tried so hard to bring them back.

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