Today’s writing challenge comes from Athelas Hale of Red Lettering. Unlike most of the writing challenges in which I participate this one does not have word limit, so I guess I could have done a longer piece. However, I have a bastard of a headache today; thanks to poor sleep and the after effect of my craniotomy. Therefore I have left it short and sweet. Please feel free to leave a comment on constructive criticism.
The strength in a smile.
“How do you wish your Father to remember you? A girl weeping in sorrow? Or a young woman bearing pain with a smile of hopeful joy?” The woman whispered to her daughter who clung to her waist as though she might be taken too. As the girl wiped snotty tears on her mother’s dress she was aware of how young her child was. She was aware of the trembling shoulders; aware of the stifled sobs. Her child turned towards marching knights, face now tempered with a forced smile. Her resolution was clear as she waved to the knights, as though her Father was simply off to market, rather than the bloodshed of battle. Then as she watched her husband leave, a surge of solemn pride welled up within. Her husband with his fears aside and the strong woman they had raised.