Brevity is the width of soul.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Planned Parenthood

Good men had died, but it had all seemed worth it when the baby grasped his finger for the first time. The lies, the murders, the betrayals. The abominable rituals under foul-smelling moonlight.

The impossible was true. He had a child.

Then the baby tried to bite his finger with small, sharp teeth. The man shivered. He had known, but, in his loneliness and obsession, he hadn't realized.

He reconsidered the suggestion of crosses for the crib.

.finis.

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