One silent year since she’d suffocated it with his little pillow, but today it’s learned she’s pregnant. Outer night pushes the windows. Its whining makes her hurry. She slams the door; the sign reads “Danger.” It still looks stupid. Now a cacophony of bones and burping echoes in the hall.

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Thanks for reading.

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Click here to read the original post of this 50-Word Story Contest by @jayna.

Here, some background, just in case you're interested:

When I was little, this neighbor told me about a girl who drowned her newborn in a tub, out of despair and heartbreak, for the baby’s father (an older guy) wouldn’t accept the baby was his; after many years, she found a new love and got married. When she got pregnant, her murdered baby came to claim his place in the house. That's the kind of thing you don't tell a five-year-old. I guess I'm one of those people who try to overcome bitterness by dealing with the flavor until they get to develop some taste for it. Instead of keeping a diary, I write stories.

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