A rush sound like water in a narrow channel & a baby cries.
Life meets air for the first time. Lungs suck in and cough out sound in short novice bursts.
A doctor in mask & bonnet comes into focus in the sterile environment.
The doctor says, “Mrs. Brown, it’s a girl.” raising the little purplish lump of life in his hands to examine it for visible flaws. Tiny muscles spasm and flex. Distressed noise clamors from lungs just tasting oxygen for the first time.
“She seems healthy.” the doctor says. He passes the gurgling baby to the nurse. As he turns his back the black nurse takes the baby & drops it into the trash
She surges awake, her body clammy with perspiration. The digital clock at her bedside showed 6:00am. She clutched her chest and tried to breath over the steady gallop of her heartbeat. The baby inside her was pushing at the walls of sanctuary, upset by the disturbance. She rubbed her round belly to soothe the agitated child. She exhaled a long breath when the baby finally settled in her womb. She tried to lie back down & return to slumber wary that the nightmares would return again like they had since she’d known the baby was due.
(One day I spit out this random peice of fiction into my Palm
It doesn’t fit anywhere, but I like the way I wrote it.)
