My Mama Walked With The Unborn Me
With the thought draped o'er his mind, he moved to plant a kiss on her forehead. And as the touch disconnected, he whispered, "Call her Annie".
And like a swift breeze, he crossed the range of her vision. She strained her eyes through the hot tears streaming down her hearthless cheeks, trying to capture every glimpse of her man, the last of her home, her family, fade into Oblivion.
A story, of a woman with a daughter in her womb, alone in a desert, the part of desert laving off in the sea, parting from the mainland. Forced by fate to nothing but walk all the way to the shore and cross beyond, with short of supplies and a child growing inside her.