Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and her Friday Fictioneer Challenge. To read more stories entered for this challenge just click on the blue character at the bottom of this post.
My entry starts after the photo.
Word Count = 100
The lack of children’s merry voices was haunting. It is not because they have not tried. Both David and Sara were under intense pressure. The name must survive. It was his sworn duty to continue his lineage. He would not let his family down.
It could not be done by a stranger. His brother Jack had volunteered. His mission was to be beget a child for them.
“She’s beautiful,” gushed Sara. Jack, looking down on the lovely thing he had created replied, “She looks just like her father. Do you think David will ever be able to find us.”