Sweetheart

Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Box

My nose is blocked, and I keep sneezing.

My 4 year old son is running towards me with his arms throwing in the air. I quickly grab a box of tissues and wedge it between he and I, ‘Sweetheart, don’t come near me, I got a cold.”

He squashes the tissue box, wraps his arms around my neck and kisses my nose, “Mummy, you’re worth catching a cold for.”

My heart melts into a goo. My eyes are red and moist with a mix of a cold and an overwhelming feeling of love.

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Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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