Wednesday, September 18, 2013

One Story - One Day: Abortion

Disclaimer: This was written in the time span of less than a day in order to describe feelings related to the events that proceeded. Prepare for grammar and logical errors that would otherwise be non-existent in a fully put together piece of work.

Flash Fiction - Abortion

        She could feel them, seeds of who they might be, as they made home her solid frame. She could feel them as they rearranged her from the inside until she met their needs. They would feed and grow until, she knew, they would leave as they always do. But for some reason this time, something was different.
She couldn't see them, could understand exactly what was happening. They had been with her for years when a pain, like the ripping of a saw, cut deep into her abdomen. Something was wrong, but who could help? All she could do was wait.
Then as sudden as a burst of wind swarming with razer blades, the faceless came. They tore open her womb and with no regard to her structure or health, ripped one of them away. Her dress was torn to shreds, eyes bloodshot, and her womb emptier than it was before. As she laid down to sleep she whispered to herself
"It needed a cure, not a knife, it needed love, not a knife, it needed compassion, not a knife." The silent sound of air whisped through the vacuum of a gutted door.

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