Prompt courtesy of Cake.shortandsweet‘s Wednesday Write In.
Esther stood in the doorway, a small pillow in her hands. Her fingers worked at the seams and dug into the cotton. She stood there, helpless, clutching the pillow and fought the urge to walk over to the crib and smother her son.
The baby bawled and she took one small step into the room, past the invisible barrier created by the doorframe. Esther chewed at her bottom lip and looked around the room with wet eyes. And took another small step across the room.
A breeze came in from the open window, and caught the mobile hanging from the ceiling. The animals bobbed and turned and the little bells jingled and the baby stopped crying.
Esther stopped worrying her lip; she dried her eyes with the back of her hand, a little cramped from her eagle’s grasp on the pillow. She smiled in the sudden quiet and took another small step towards the crib.