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Hopes and Dreams
by Sue Renol
Time passes quickly with an infant in the house. Before they knew it, it was the end of January. Six months had flown by without notice and little Dolly was standing upright and already beginning to take her first steps. Benji took the baby upstairs to put her down for the night. He glanced at the painting hanging above the crib and still couldn’t see what his wife loved about it. He thought the entire scene was a little creepy.
After the baby was settled, he came back down for a little snuggle time with his other favorite girl. She was sitting on the couch with her legs curled under her watching the baby monitor.
“Spying on me to make sure I do everything right?” he joked as he leaned in to give her a kiss, then wrapped himself around her on the settee to stare into the fireplace. They both leaned their heads inward at the same time, whacking their noggins together. “Ouch,” he laughed. She shushed him and pointed to the monitor. Dolly was an extremely light sleeper. He nodded and continued to rub his forehead. They spoke softly of future plans, his job, her daily routine. When she would go back to work, how her parents were, even discussed moving to a warmer climate so Dolly would be able to play outside year round. The sort of things happy young couples tend to ruminate about. As the fire burned down to smoldering embers, they became drowsy. Not wanting to drift off and leave the baby alone upstairs, they decided to call it a night.
“I’ll check on Dolls while you take care of the fire. What do you say?” she tilted her head back and he kissed her nose.
“You’re wish is my command, oh exalted one.” They both laughed quietly. She headed up the stairs while Benji used a poker to crumble the remaining bits of burnt wood.
“Ben! Ben, I need you. NOW!” He could hear the frantic tone of her voice. Rushing up the stairs, he went straight to the baby’s room knowing he’d find her there.
“What is it?” he blurted as he rushed in. “Jess, what the…”
His wife stood staring straight ahead. Dolly wasn’t in her crib.
“Jess, where’s the baby?” panic began to creep into his voice.
She lifted her arm and pointed. Dolly was there, she just wasn’t in her crib, she was in the painting. The young girl that once sat on the rock was gone and their precious Dolly was in her place, precariously close to the edge.
Fiction © Copyright Sue Renol
Image courtesy of Pixabay
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