The Woodpecker

It was still dark outside and yet to break the dawn. She was sweating and her cotton nightwear was drenched . Why in the middle of the night did I wake up alarmingly? Was it a dream? Or a warning of something bad to happen in future?

The dream had shaken her up and she was terrified.The endless cries of a newborn were piercing and slicing her heart.

Read this short story here: THE WOODPECKER

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