Taken

micro flash fiction

She took our baby a thousand miles away from me.

Nine months of waiting, but I only enjoyed weeks.

Nights spent gently cuddling my child were treasured.

She apologized, “I can’t stay here anymore.”

I begged, “Don’t take him away.”

I’m out of his life.

And he of mine.

Now he’s disappeared.

My son.

Gone.

Reviews

[Aarea]

Beautiful, simple and heart-wrenching. Well done. :)

[Lyn Anderson]

A really interesting piece. Perhaps "He is out of mine?"

[The Violent Wolf]

to replace which line? this style has a strict format

[Lyn Anderson]

I understand. "And he of mine" is a little awkward, but since you have a specific format it must be four words I take it? "He out of mine?"

[The Violent Wolf]

Ahhh yes, yeah I like that