Photo prompt © Rich Voza
She wanted to surprise him.
It was third month of her pregnancy. They had waited for their first child for five years. But he hadn’t noticed. She was disappointed.
Today he would fulfil his life’s purpose. His only regret was that he would die childless. He wanted a son. Perhaps the Almighty had wished it that way.
She had prepared a sumptuous dinner; today she would tell him.
He called from the airport; apologised, ‘In one hour I would have done what the Almighty wants me to do. The sinners will pay with their blood. ’
A searing pain rose in her womb and she collapsed.
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a photo prompt.
Word count 106