He sees her writhe in pain, her body contorted like organic origami; folding, bending and jolting with agony. He smiles.
Heavily drugged, she cannot move from the bed. He likes it this way. Soon it will be over for her. Where would she go anyway?
A gleaming knife cuts neatly at her flesh and he brings the camera closer to capture every moment, to savour it, he will replay this, and maybe even enjoy it more after the event.
“I hate you so much,” she screams at him, her voice pure loathing, “I thought you loved me, how could you do this to me?”
He smiles and says, “You wanted this as much as me. You asked for it. You know what I mean?”
She scowls at him. She howls, a noise he has only ever heard from animals or horror films.
Then…he sees the head. He hears the slosh of amniotic fluid and the scream of new life. He looks at her and as soon as she cradles their child, she smiles.
This story came about by accident. It wasn’t planned.
I had been trying to interact with new folk for FlashDogs. RP put me in touch with Flash Fiction Legend S. Muir. Who then tweeted the ThursThreads competition. So I sent this out to the FlashDog community and thought I would have a look myself.
I completely loved the idea. It has an achievable word limit for a week day competition. It is driven by a brilliant concept. A phrase from the winning entry the previous week is passed to the new competition as a mandatory item. Thus an infinite thread of stories is linked, like a generic code, it can be traced back to the beginnings.
I’m delighted to say that I won!
Thanks a million for inviting me to play and for awarding me the lovely badge.