She remembers the day her daughter was born and died. One of those things, the doctors said. There’s nothing anyone could have done. They named her Ailana, light bearer. She was a brief beacon of hope. For her and her husband. For their country. For their planet.
She never had another baby. No one did.
But. . .there are moments caught between heart-beats, when she senses her, this ghost-baby, growing like a golden flower, glowing in the shadows. Waiting to bring the light to their dark world.
A wisp of flash fiction for Kim’s dVerse prosery prompt. She asks us to use the line
“There are moments caught between heart-beats.” From Louis MacNeice’s poem “Coda.”