“One writes not to be read, but to breathe." Anne Morrow Lindbergh
A Mother's Touch (42 Word Microstory)
Tubes crisscrossed his minuscule body. Keeping him alive. Slipping her hand into the incubator, Anna stroked his leg. Terrified of hurting the translucent skin, yet needing to feel him. Willing the love in her heart to flow through her fingertips, sharing strength.