Give Me No Children

One of the many reasons why MCC is one of my favourite writers. Enjoy.

Southern Highways and Byways

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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