by T.M. Riddle
When she first found the receipt, she didn't think anything of it. Then she looked more closely. Yellow and white roses meant he had remembered their anniversary. The last item was duct tape. She felt the baby kick. She turned to face him, he smiled.
T.M. Riddle is a South Florida writer currently losing her mind while participating in the SC4 serial fiction contest. You can read her entry here.