The Sweetest Interlude

She felt him: fluttering rolls across her belly, monitor heartbeats strong and loud. What will you be like? she wondered, pausing life to grow another.

She chased him: rolling, crawling, walking, running; breaking, laughing, climbing high. When will you slow down? she wondered, curtailing career to care for child.

She watched him: growing taller, speaking deeper; leaving parents for teenage crowds. When will you grow up? she wondered, forgoing sleep for curfew calls.

She hugged him: leaving nest to start his own; walking tall beside his wife. When will you come back? she wondered, looking round at what remained.


Raised and cared for Carrot Ranch‘s writing prompt: an interlude.

September 19, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about an interlude. It can be a pause between two key moments, the pause between acts in a play, an intermission, or a temporary amusement Go where the prompt leads you!

Respond by September 24, 2019. Use the comment section below to share, read, and be social. You may leave a link, pingback, or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form.  Rules & Guidelines.


Photo Credit: Katrina Knapp


©2019 Chelsea Owens

26 thoughts on “The Sweetest Interlude

  1. “She felt him: fluttering rolls across her belly-”

    I imagined a guy wiggling cinnamon buns across a woman’s belly and was really thrown for a loop when “monitor heartbeats” happened right after.

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  2. Oh, boy, this one struck a cord! My son gets married next August and on FB his fiance posted how proud she was of him for a big project he was taking on at work. I thought, wait, that’s for me to say! Instead, I told her how proud I was that they supported each other in loving ways. Sigh. They fledge fast.

    Also, Chelsea, I love the way you narrate the story with repetition of form. Most effective and with lyrical results that support the content.

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  3. This is beautifully told, Chelsea, and so true to life. I can identify. Sometimes it seems as if we are putting our life on ‘pause’ while we raise our children. But really, raising our children is living life.

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