More Maude and baby Ezra drabbles
Title: Darlin' Boy
Author: JoJo
Genre/Rating: G
Characters: Maude, Ezra
Wordcount: 100
Maude hears her child crying for her.
The woman who cooks in the boarding-house will sleep through a tornado, although just her presence makes Maude think it might be safe to go out.
It’s enticingly lucrative in those charming establishments down on the riverfront.
The sobbing stops her at the front door. Wilful little thing only has three words. He’s really supposed to be asleep.
“Hush,” Maude whispers as she steps out on to the street. “I’m doin’ this for you, darlin’ boy.” She smoothes the bodice of her dress.
Shoes.
No.
Mama.
They all mean the same thing.
Title: This is my chlld
Author: JoJo
Genre/Rating: G
Characters: Maude, Ezra
Wordcount: 100
Ezra’s such a little scrap.
Cousin Archer’s wife has dressed him in an over-sized nightshirt and cut his lovely hair.
Bless his heart, though. He doesn’t make so much as a murmur of protest when he’s plucked from the nest of warm, crumpled sheets.
“Wake up now, darlin’. Mama’s come to fetch you.”
He clings, sleepy, like a little monkey.
“This is my child,” she says as Jeremiah hands her into the carriage.
He turns down an edge of blanket.
“Beautiful boy,” he remarks. “That angel face will work a treat.”
Maude holds him tight as they roll away.
Author: JoJo
Genre/Rating: G
Characters: Maude, Ezra
Wordcount: 100
Maude hears her child crying for her.
The woman who cooks in the boarding-house will sleep through a tornado, although just her presence makes Maude think it might be safe to go out.
It’s enticingly lucrative in those charming establishments down on the riverfront.
The sobbing stops her at the front door. Wilful little thing only has three words. He’s really supposed to be asleep.
“Hush,” Maude whispers as she steps out on to the street. “I’m doin’ this for you, darlin’ boy.” She smoothes the bodice of her dress.
Shoes.
No.
Mama.
They all mean the same thing.
Title: This is my chlld
Author: JoJo
Genre/Rating: G
Characters: Maude, Ezra
Wordcount: 100
Ezra’s such a little scrap.
Cousin Archer’s wife has dressed him in an over-sized nightshirt and cut his lovely hair.
Bless his heart, though. He doesn’t make so much as a murmur of protest when he’s plucked from the nest of warm, crumpled sheets.
“Wake up now, darlin’. Mama’s come to fetch you.”
He clings, sleepy, like a little monkey.
“This is my child,” she says as Jeremiah hands her into the carriage.
He turns down an edge of blanket.
“Beautiful boy,” he remarks. “That angel face will work a treat.”
Maude holds him tight as they roll away.