Hannah Fraser
Stories (4/0)
None Know Better Than a Mother
My mother attempted to have me for six years. She had been the kind of girl who dreamed of being a mother, who ached to hold a child in her womb, in her arms. When it took doctors, surgeries, and long nights of prayer to produce me, her worry overcame her hope. She craved the sweet intimacy of a daughter, one who would share tears and laughter, dress up days and bakery dates. When I arrived it changed her world - and growing up I sometimes wondered whether that was for better or worse.
By Hannah Fraser2 months ago in Humans
A Paper Day
No one could remember the last time Trenton smiled. Not even Trenton. Every morning, he walked through the office doors with a cardboard cup of coffee, freshly wetted down curls, and dark purple circles under his hazel eyes. He sat down at his off-white cubicle, and the atmosphere surrounding his person felt stale and unwelcoming, like a box of one’s least favorite crackers.
By Hannah Fraser3 years ago in Fiction