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Postpartum
Ever since this thing has come out of me, I feel like my chest is going to explode. My heart is constantly slamming against my chest, my stomach is curled up in knots, and every hour or so I feel the need to sprint to the bathroom, only to gag up bile. It's not like I don't love the child, the child is fine.... It's just, not right. When I look into my newborn baby's eyes, I feel something dark peering back at me.It has only been a week since I brought the child home from the hospital, but already I find myself peering into its cold, coal like eyes, and find myself suppressing a shiver. On th...
Broken-Stringed Kite
“You have got to be kidding me!” Raz slung the rifle over her shoulder and gave the rubbish bin a kick, with a well-executed grunt for good measure.“No, he’s not kidding,” Ky said, kneeling beside Will who was collapsed against the wall.“I’m not kidding,” Will gasped. He clutched at his bloody shoulder.“The bullet’s gone right through.” Raz continued giving the rubbish bin a beating. The poor thing didn’t deserve it, but Raz’s temper was sky-high.Nothing had gone right these past few days. First they got kicked out of the shelter… well, Raz got kicked out for beating a guy who stole her food, ...
SURVIVED BY A WHISKER
SAVED BY THE ELEVATORS “I didn’t steal, no, I didn’t steal,” Juliet kept on assuring herself as she came through the double French doors like a bulldozer. Almost bursting out, running, she swept like a whirlwind towards the west end of the corridors. Her hope was to use the stairs going downwards. She was mistaken, it was a dead end.“Mawww.onedoor.ccmaaaaaaaa!” she wailed silently while turning hurriedly to go the other way, but she had turned too carelessly. “Madam, check where you are going, please!” a man lying on his back, eyes wide open in shock, had spread arms in an attempt to dr...
Grandma's Sugar Cookie Pie
Grandma's Sugar Cookie PieMy cousin is not a cook. Never has been and probably never will be. Last weekend she stopped by for a chat and I invited her to stay for dinner. That sounded rather marvelous to her, she said, as she hadn't planned anything for dinner. She's single, forty, and skinny as all get out. I'm not sure she eats three meals a day. An hour before dinner time, I went to the kitchen to begin preparing dinner.Charlene, that's my cousin, followed and sat on one of the breakfast stools to chat and watch. I decided that the chicken and rice casserole prep wouldn't take long. I had...