A Gifted Child
She looked at her and her heart swelled with pride. She instantly knew that she was a gifted child for she had the blue eyes, just like the man she had loved. She thanked him for giving the child his blue eyes.
“She is surely a gifted child for you are gifted man,” she murmured despite the pain.
She was so happy that she had almost forgotten the pain that was searing through her; pain that was intense, as intense as death.
He looked at the girl. He knew that she would not survive. How could she after what she had gone through all these years?
She looked at him through her fading eyes. For a moment he thought that he was looking at his own eyes.
“It can’t be,” he said to himself without any conviction.
But deep within the rot had set in. He could neither deny it nor wish it away. He could smell the decay that had begun to overpower him.
A post for Three Word Wednesday
Word prompts- Gifted, Intense,Rot