Broken Waters
by Ray Nessly
Backseat. Too late. She's really hollering now.
The cabbie pulls over to the side of the highway. One by one, babies slide into the world. Triplets. Eyes closed. Mewling. Three brand new, pale, wrinkly things. Just like Bella, his dog, her puppies, that time: backseat of the taxi. Alongside Highway 105. The roar of eighteen-wheelers passing.
Bella's triplets lived almost a day.
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First appeared in
Apocrypha and Abstractions October 12 2015
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Ouch
Oh! The last .
line
Joys and pains.
Aww...
More! More!
Heartbreaking. *
The last line. ***
Mathew, Gary, Erika, Kitty, Bill, Dave, Rachna, thank you all!
Title works great ... sad *
Brutally good, Ray.
Strong piece. I like it.
I like how you've left possibilities open. A very interesting piece. *
Thank you, Arturo, Paul, Sam, Charlotte!--and Jill Chan too, slipped one in there I noticed. Thanks!
Sharp and heart breaking.
Thank you so much, Darryl.