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Cassie's Calling: Flash Fiction



My Mom, Averil Foxcroft and I




The proud mother strapped her little one into the stroller, then tucked a baby blue blanket around her. They were all set for a walk around the sun-bathed garden. Baby wore a cute sun hat as well as a bib for any unexpected mishaps. Cassie made a slow circuit around the swimming pool, being careful to dodge any bumps as well as Arthur the cat with his proud stare and Tessie, the white bull terrier, with her understanding doggie smile. “No, Tessie. Don’t come too close. Baby is sleeping. No doggie kisses either. You can walk along with us if you want to though.”

The faithful pet happily agreed and walked beside the pram as Cassie did another lap around the pool. When Arthur placed an exploratory paw on the blanket, Tessie nosed him out of the way and was rewarded with a “good dog!” by the little mother. 

When Cassie had determined that her infant had absorbed enough sunshine for the day, she headed back to the house with Tessie ever vigilant at her side. Cassie lifted the baby doll from the pushchair and carried it to her bedroom. She heard her mother starting supper in the kitchen and smiled tenderly at her own charge as she put her down for a nap and began her own supper preparations.


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Now, as Cassie bent over the bargain antique crib, she remembered; her heart tender towards the little girl she'd once been: a little girl with a big dream. A dream that no one seemed to grasp. Not her mother and father, and certainly none of her relatives and friends. But she and her sweet Noah had stood firm with God's help. The little one began to stir. First one little onesie clad foot began to kick and then another. Bright navy blue eyes flew open, and on seeing Cassie, lit up with joy. The little mouth opened readily in an early smile. Cassie fell in love all over again. "You were a big part of my dream Timmy. A big part." Cassie lifted her baby from the crib and held the little angel close as she breathed in his baby scent. The sweet scent of her calling.


***

Love and prayers,

Alison.

I hope you have a lovely, blessed  day.💓💓💓🙂🙂🙂🙏🙏🙏

Copyright: Alison Lawrence






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