A Glimpse

The following is a clip from the fictional piece that I am currently working on. I fought against this piece for a long time. However, it won and I am now completely on board and trying to figure out what it wants to say.:) In the end it will be a hauntingly tragic love story.

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Sam could hear the agonizing screams from his beloved Sarah from the bedroom window of their little house across the street. The pains seemed to cause her to cry out from the very depths of her soul. When would they end, he vehemently called to the heavens. What is happening? In his minds eye he pictured his dear wife of one year wreathing in pain on the bed they once passionately knew each other within, her long blond hair dripping with the sweat of her brow, her face twisting and filled with pain, stained by the endless stream of tears that had refused to relent since his sudden death in the Mill fire not one month ago.

Sam stood at the woolen mill window, both hands bracing himself as his fingers dug into the frame. How could this be happening? Why could he not command himself to be with her at such a poignant time as this? He wondered if the baby would be a boy or a girl, rage consuming every fiber of his spirit, he would never know his child.

All at once he realized that Sarah’s cries had stopped. -Full Clip-