AN: This is a quick little flash that I did. It's very rough and is in desperate need of editing, so please, be as harsh as possible. Also, this is supposed to be set in the mid-to-late 1800s, so any tips on how to make that more apparent would be much appreciated. Thanks, and enjoy.
Between coughs and rounds of vomiting, Anna absent-mindedly stroked her doll’s bright red hair. Her watery eyes blurred her vision, and all though she was covered by two thick quilts, she still felt very cold. Her mother was coming in and out of the room, making food, checking her temperature. Outside, there was a fresh blanket of snow on the ground. If she had the strength, she knew she would be out there, playing.
Anna had been sick for nearly a month and a half with pneumonia, and she knew she was dying. When the doctors came and talked to their mother, Anna caught tidbits of their conversation.
That day, Anna’s mother came in, shakily holding a cup of tea. She bent down and kissed her daughter’s forehead.
“Oh, I love you, Anna. I love you.”
“Mommy,” Anna asked. “Do you know what heaven is like?” Her voice was cracked and dry and barely audible. But her mother understood.
“Probably very pretty,” she said weakly, “lots of flowers and candy. Anything you want, dear, I’m sure they’ll give it to you. Let’s rest for now, Anna.”
As Anna cuddled up in her pillow, she thought of heaven. She knew that when she arrived there, she would no long be sick. She’d live in a mansion and have the finest dresses and eat the finest food. And maybe they’d even let her keep her old doll.
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