My own entry for last week's 100 word challenge, Within. She Stirs
The trees stand stiff against a slate sky, stripped to their bones, the leaves of summer gone brown and decaying in heaps around their roots. It is November again.
The cold gray stands silent.
But there is life still, hidden within things. Crocus embryos curled deep beneath the soil waiting for spring. Ladybugs huddled together inside the trees, keeping warm. I imagine them breathing and dreaming little ladybug dreams of bringing luck and munching aphids.
Inside me too there is life. Fists curled against the dewy fine hair of her face, a tiny heart thrumming.
She stirs. It is time.