Stephanie pulled her sweater tighter and yawned. The gray light filtering through the low rain clouds made her cold and tired. Her daughter ran into the room.
“Look at my picture, mommy!”
She examined the drawing. Red raindrops falling from puffy clouds were sprinkled across the page filled with colorful flowers and stick people.
“Very creative!” She ran her finger across the crimson dots. “Why did you make the rain red?”
The little girl pointed at the window. “Look outside.”
The nausea and exhaustion constant companions. Intuitively she knows she is dying. The nurse fills three vials with garnet-colored blood. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the test results. Every day cumulus clouds of doom smother the house. Notebook of possible tombstone epitaphs and obituaries. The doctor’s voice, heart pummeling her ribs, the fateful diagnosis. “Congratulations. You’re pregnant.”
She paused, her fingers wrapped around the door knob. Waited for him to tell her not to go. His footsteps grew faint as he walked away.
She fell apart when he left. An index finger rolled under the couch. Her left buttock fell into the toilet. He wasn’t there to put her back together. She was no longer his Zombie Girlfriend and she didn’t like it one bit.
The lightning flash illuminated her ex-husband lurking in the yard. She was terrified of storms and had closed the curtains after the first thunderclap.
He told her it was a matter of trust as he tied the silk blindfold. He fed her dinner. She struggled to concentrate on the food, instead of her fear.
Calvin hoped to eventually utilize his genetic engineering research in a more spectacular fashion. For now he was content producing mutant pets and fluffy, benign monsters to entertain his children.
She lowers herself into the bathtub. The heat from the water sinks into her muscles. It spreads through her bone marrow, dispelling the coldness that enveloped her when he left.
She regretted being a slave to fashion because the time portal in the other room was closing and she couldn’t run in stiletto heels.
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Paper craft book that fits inside a matchbox.
