Another installment of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. 100 words or so based on the image below.
With Angels Sleep Sweet
Noreen’s breathing was slow and deep. The world slipped away into bits and pieces.
Sun rays, filtered through lace curtains, cast a soft pink light into the room until evening moonbeams glowed golden over the bassinette.
“Is that what you’re remembering now?”
“Yes. And her sister playing the piano downstairs. Thinking we’d brought her home.”
Brahm’s Lullaby haunted the room.. Noreen hummed. Words were long forgotten.
“Was that the song her sister was playing?”
“Yes. She’d practiced such a long time so she could play it for the baby’s first night home.”
It’s impossible to describe the sound of air shattering.