She saw contrasts between the stillness of nature, as it was nearing dusk, and the hustle and bustle happening within herself.
Forehead creased in apprehension, as she was certain of missing out on something important. The crumpled to-do list in her sweaty palms was rechecked time and again and crossed out for the things done.
It was ages since she relished her glass of milk. Ages…. She couldn’t stand its smell anymore.
Pangs of pregnancy.
The smell of the paint coated in the newly done nursery eased her senses. Young one, when would I welcome you in my arms?
Word count :- 99 words.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Charli Mills for running the challenge at flash fiction and also the photo prompt. The mission is to write in 99 words on the word of the week , paint. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.