FF – Rescue

Thank you to Alicia Jamtaas for the photo, her site is here: https://lishwriter.wordpress.com/


Lyla woke with a start. The room was dark and quiet. Gentle breathing from her left the only thing to hang onto. The world wasn’t ending.

She wrapped herself in a blanket and padded into the next room. The baby was sleeping soundly, her mouth slightly open, her face calm. Lyla’s mind spiked again with the vision of that same face contorted in terror, dropping away into the abyss and her own arms reaching desperately through the air.

Lyla’s face touched the baby’s hair as she climbed into the crib. “You caught me,” she whispered, finally able to relax again.


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37 responses to “FF – Rescue

  1. I like the mystery of the last line

  2. I’m not sure what the last sentence means, but I can clearly identify with the nightmare so vividly drawn. Nicely written Jen.

  3. Baby saved Mama from the nightmare. Innocence will do that.

  4. They saved each other. Nicely done.

  5. Saving each other? I love the visions you conjured: padding feet, a baby’s open mouth, the soft hair. I could almost smell the scent of the child. Well done.

  6. Every mother can identify with nightmares that make for moments like this, filled with relief.

  7. What a lovely tale, Jen.
    It reminds me of Jack London’s description of the ‘falling dream’ in Before Adam, and why we always waken before we hit the ground.

  8. Dear Jen,

    If I’d had that nightmare about my baby I’d most certainly have done the same as Lyla. Sweet story.



  9. Beautiful story. Such a frightening nightmare to have. I’ve had several this last year about my husband… and oddly enough my son, though he’s grown with a family of his own, now.

  10. Lovely story. Your evocation of the scene was beautiful.

  11. The beginning of a much longer story. I enjoyed the mysterious feel to this piece. Well done!

  12. Beautifully written and truly touched a nerve. I still sometimes dream of losing my children whilst out somewhere even though they are now grown up. I also had many strange vivid baby dreams whilst feeding my babies – all those hormones!

  13. Well done. I used to hold my baby for comfort (my own!) in the middle of the night.

  14. The bond between her and her child is a strong one.

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