#72 Two Cry

I can hear the screams from here. They pierce my ears like rods of ice and chill me to my core. I knew this was coming, we knew this was coming, but nothing could’ve prepared me, not for this. If I could take her place, I would. If I could make her pain go away, I’d do so in an instant. But I can’t. I have to sit here and listen to it. I think I might break. I might shatter into a thousand pieces, far beyond repair.

I have to be strong. I have to be there for her afterwards. I have responsibilities. She’ll need me.

A different cry, quieter, higher pitched, but braking through all others. It sounds like golden light.

“Mr Smith, it’s a girl.”


One thought on “#72 Two Cry

  1. Dad July 1, 2017 / 5:24 am

    A great twist at the end. I had thought it was going in a different diredtion. Very powerful with a smile at the end.


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