“I thought it only fair to warn you, but the baby will come at dark. And you know how they like to prey.”
She shuddered as the courage in her spine parted ways, some into the atmosphere, the rest slipping into the earth. She knew he didn’t mean pray.
Overwhelmed with gratitude and relief that he had come, the baby moved inside her.
When I woke this morning these words were in my head! What on earth had I been dreaming? I hadn’t thought about writing short stories, but maybe I’ve changed my mind…