Tuesday

New Born (135 words)


She had been in labour for fourteen hours; weak, weary and feeling like she had nothing left to give. With one final almighty push, Mrs Cranston beared down and the child who had spent nine months inside  her was finally free.

The delivery room fell into silence as the collection of midwives and family members held their breath waiting for life to be affirmed with a frustrated and pained cry. The silence hung in the air, no cry was forthcoming. 

The newborn surveyed his surroundings with a look of anger in his pale blue eyes. His mouth opened and the child did speak  “Lady did you really just shit on my head? Why am I naked?”

He then joined the stunned silence for a moment before sadly uttering “I’m human again aren’t I?”

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