Lips cracked, arms and legs weak with starvation and exhaustion, Jenna shifted her SUV to park in front of a restaurant. Its holiday lights were still dangling even though it’s February. Jenna turned, her 3-month-old baby girl was sleeping like there’s no tomorrow. Jenna undid her seat-belt and grabbed her purse on the passenger seat. Then she exited the car and went to the other side to retrieve her daughter. The baby began to cry the moment her seat-belt clicked. “Oh, you poor baby.” Jenna comforted. “You must be starving.”
As Jenna and her baby entered the restaurant, a variety of aromas instantaneously assaulted her nose. She raised two fingers and the waiter led them to a booth in the back corner where it was toasty and private. A glance at the menu, Jenna ordered a bowl of chicken noodle soup and as the waiter retreated to the kitchen, Jenna undid her blouse to allow her baby to drink from her breast. “I promise you, darling, no one will ever hurt us again.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.