Mending Broken Hearts

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” It was a big question. The little girl was still too young and wise to have the perfect answer. Still, she got all excited with her best grin spreading to her eyes. “I want to be a doctor,” she said. The reply satisfied her parents. That is, before she added, “A doctor who fixes broken hearts.”

The Pink Shawl

Flowing pink waves. The soft fabric caught her eyes. It was a routine window shopping session but her hands were tempted. “Would you like to see it?” The store assistant played with her weak mind. So she touched it. She stroked the pinkness until she felt like it was a part of her. Later that night, when sleep was on its way, her eyes opened wide; her late aunt had had a similar shawl.