One of Us Died at the Birthday
Content warning - birth trauma and infant peril
I freeze. Time stretches infinitely in these unexpected and unwelcome quiet moments.
I listen. For what had been a noisy room, there is now a haunting silence in the back right corner.
I observe. For a sterile place, there is a wealth of color… blue masks, blue scrubs, blue gloves, blue drape, blue baby, and so much red blood.
I drift above the lights in the funereal hush as I watch our essence fading away in the slaughterhouse below.
They gather around him hurriedly, worriedly.
Finally, he cries. They rejoice.
I return.
But one of us died that day.
About the Creator
Donna Renee
Hi! Thanks for reading! My hobbies include making coffee, drinking coffee, and starting to write a story and then rage-deleting it when I get the slightest bit frustrated.
Work in Progress: WOWH, cozy mystery (paranormal elements)
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