I was tempted to write about my self-hosting failure for Sara’s prompt this week, because the joy I felt when my blog came back online after being down an entire day was immense. I’m not ashamed to admit though that I’m a teensy bit hooked on writing flash fiction at the mo so thought I’d use the prompt Joy to write another piece. Here goes…
She stared at the little stick in her hand in disbelief. Were there really two lines? It was super early after all. Her eyes have trouble in dim light these days, perhaps they were playing tricks on her? She had given up hope of this happening naturally. After the diagnosis almost two years ago she had been categorically told that they would need help when the time came. One had even prescribed the fertility drug Clomid but she’d been too concerned about the potential side effects to take it.
Then there was the thing last Christmas. The out of cycle bleed and symptoms too coincidental to ignore. Mother Nature could be cruel sometimes. It had ignited something deep within her; urges she didn’t think she even had. She had driven herself crazy peeing on sticks ever since. The disappointment got worse each time. She had mentally started preparing herself for the worst. Why should he stay with her when he could go and find someone normal, and fertile?
She sat on the freezing cold bathroom floor until her bottom went numb. When she checked the stick again she was fully expecting one of the lines to have vanished. It was still there though, clear as day. She allowed herself a few tears of pure joy for this unexpected little miracle. Then she patted her flat belly already imagining a bump, and took a big deep breath. With the tears still wet on her cheeks she walked the ten paces to their bedroom next door, and woke up her fiancée to tell him the wonderful news.