31 Days of Halloweeny Teeny Tales, Day 3: MOTHER

She had his outfit laid across the bed--the little jacket with initials embroidered on the lapel, khaki shorts, and clip-on tie. Her hand trembled slightly. Her fingertips stroked the soft material. She brought the jacket to her nose. Each inhalation brought back memories—of holding him close and never letting go.

 Again, the man chained to the thick metal pipes of the radiator came to, and looked over at her, fondling the clothes she’d had specially made for him. “Please, not again,” he said.

 She didn’t look away from the clothes, as she answered, “Hush now, baby. Mama’s here.”