Written for d’Verse Prosery where the challenge is to write
a piece of flash fiction of no more than 144 words that includes
the following quotation from “Out Of The Cradle” by Walt Whitman:
“Out of the Ninth-month midnight”. This is my flash.

She was told due to her advanced age that her baby would not survive the pregnancy out of the Ninth month.
Midnight tolled on the first day of the Tenth month; the babe was born alive but deformed, hideously grotesque …. his horned head was enormous with elfin ears, eyes fused closed, nubbed nose, his mouth a fetid hole.
His father was repulsed and would not look at him. Without so much as a glance back, he left the house, heading to the tavern to drown his sorrows and try to unsee the awful images running through his brain. He informed everyone that the baby had died. Filled with remorse, he returned home the next day to find his wife and newborn gone. He went searching, to no avail. He died, a broken man.
No trace was ever found of the mother or baby.
NAR©2024
144 Words
This is “You Are So Beautiful” by Joe Cocker
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This post, both sweet and powerful, is not too soft and not too hard. Just Right!
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Kinda like 👩🏼🦱 and the 🐻🐻🐻!
Thanks, Liz! I like “just right”!
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🙂🐧
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So, he died and they disappeared. Intriguing. There’s more to this tale than you’re telling methinks!
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Did you see that pic? I can’t put my finger on it but something tells me the Dad is not really the Dad. Just saying. 😂
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Well, what in hell did he expect? Perfection?
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Hahaha!!! Men! Go figure!
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This reminded me of the beginning of Benjamin Button.
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Really? I have to watch that movie again! I remember the ending but not the beginning. Thanks, Sadje.
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I watched just the beginning. Was a bit disturbing
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The movie was, I thought, quite profound and the end was beautiful if heartbreaking.
I really need to watch again; I have no memory of the beginning 😂
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Lol! We saw/ remember different parts of it. Just like that elephant parable!!!
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A mother’s love truly knows no bounds. I wonder what happened to the baby and the mother though. And that featured image neatly tied it everything together.
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After the husband’s reaction, I’m sure they felt there was nothing left for them and they took off to start life somewhere else.
That’s a great image!
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Yes. Can’t count on a person like that. It’s a great image and a great story indeed, Nancy 😃
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Thank you Shweta. I’m glad to know you enjoyed it. 😊
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You’re most welcome, Nancy 😊
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good take Nance! I enjoyed this a lot! ❤
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Thanks so much, CA! I’m really glad you did! ♡
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Talk about a face only a mother could love! But you have taken the premise and made it a tragedy of immense proportions, not for the child, but for the father who couldn’t see past the face. The story speaks volumes about the misguided judgments we make only to realize — too late! — what they cost us. Loved how you used the line to set up the narrative. Bravo, Nancy! Brilliant storytelling.
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That’s so true, Dora, and it happens to each of us. No one is immune. Either we are passing judgement without knowing someone’s full story or judgement is being passed on us. We all need to look past the visual and try to see into the heart of the other person. Thank you for your extremely gracious comments. They are very much appreciated. 😊
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Well Nancy…. Mother love knows no bounds! What a tale this is ….I feel sorry for the husband. I once wrote a story on similar lines though yours is much better than mine. Yours is a beautiful story of love.
Mine is about a slip into madness. Here it is if fancy.
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Thanks, Willow! You’re much too kind! I just read your Madness story and thought in was incredibly powerful. You’re right, of course. A mother’s love knows no bounds. 🩶🩶
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Mother’s will die for their children well most will…
I really got the point of your story.💜
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Yes, most mothers would.
Thank you, my dear friend. 🩶
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💜💜💜💜
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Good gawd, Woman! Wherever did you find such an image? It inspired quite the tale, tell you what.
Excellent and wonderfully imaginative.
I dunno if I should keep working on mine, now…
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Hahaha! It’s a beaut, isn’t it? The world wide web is like a magician’s box. Just tap it and whatever we want will appear.
Of course you should keep working on yours! I can’t wait to read it!
Thanks so much, cara mia! ♡
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I tell ya! You used it very well!
I might have to forego for now. Marc arrives tomorrow so I will hopefully not have much free time to play on the internets (wiggles eyebrows)
Piacere!
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If I see you on WP after Marc arrives, you’re gonna get a talking-to! 🤌🏼 😅
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If I’m on WP after he arrives, it’s because he decided to work on his own damn computer 😉
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Yeah, I know how that goes! 😉
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Signs and looks heavenward… 🙄
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This sounds like a beautiful little monster… maybe the real father was some kind of demon though.
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Aha! You may be on to something there, Björn!
Thanks for your comment.
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