Out of Ordinary - A Flash Fiction

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At half-past 2 a.m, Jen woke up and stumbled into her own bed. Normally Bruce came crawling into her bed at dawn, falling asleep beside her for a few hours. But this morning her bed was empty. She thought of food, before looking for Bruce. A remainder, her body worked hard, as she slept through the night. She heard a distant sound of his voice, a sound of cry broke out. Jen raced towards the garden where she was startled, to see Bruce had hurt his tiny fingers, trying to plant new saplings like her dad did, while he had visited them.

She realized, how helpful it was to have her dad around. Bruce spent time with her dad outdoors, playing in the garden and splashing water from the bucket, or searching for worms underneath as her dad dug up soil for planting. With someone to keep Bruce engaged until dusk, let her a lot of time to be alone. The me-time she longed since she had Bruce and with her husband traveling most of the time it was a far fetched dream.

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