One of the many reasons why MCC is one of my favourite writers. Enjoy.
This is an old story, written as an assignment for a class I took on writing short stories. It was inspired by events that happened to my brother-in-law.
“Give Me No Children”
When I laid eyes on the boy, I wondered if I could ever love him. I wanted to love him; after all, he was my husband’s son. But he wasn’t mine.
He stood between two of the nuns, all big brown eyes sandwiched by starched white habits. Nut-brown face, black wavy hair, stick-thin arms and bony, bruised legs.
Two days ago I’d gotten a call from Sister Angelica (Actually, the call was for my husband, but Sam Murphy was no longer of this earth; he and our son, Jake, had been killed in an auto accident three months previously.) informing me of the boy’s existence. And in almost the same breath, she’d asked if I could take the…
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