by Teresa Stenson
Do, undo, do, undo: the pattern of my life. The audiences' gasp - as I peeled away, revealed away - something far more wonderful underneath. Then he rescued me from 'all that' and you, our bump in front, became our life until he died, so suddenly, leaving his family holding onto my bump and begging, "Let it be a boy, let it be a boy - bless us, so he can live on," pushing me into corners with their hopes. The lie after the ultrasound allowed me a breath; the stress of it pushed you out a month too soon. I dressed you in blue and they crossed themselves, said he had been born again. I hold you close and let them believe.
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Teresa Stenson is 28 years old and lives in the north of England. Her short stories have been published in a variety of anthologies and journals, and she blogs here.
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7 comments:
Really, really nice. I loved the rhythm - you could set this to music.
Hi Ian,
Thank you, I really appreciate that. Any songs in mind? :)
Teresa
i agree with ian.. there is a rhythm to this, that, for me, was more of the breathing used for lamaze.
slow, fast, then resting.
but, hey, what do i know?
This was a well-written and beautifully described piece. Like a mini-movie in six. Great job. Look forward to more of your sixes.
Thanks so much, Quin and Joe.
Followed you here from The Pygmy Giant via your blog. Love this little sixer.
Cheers,
Bob
Hello again, Bob! Thanks for following - that's ace. And ace you like this sixer.
(I used an exclamation mark AND I wrote 'ace' twice: bad writer.)
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