THIS ONE’S FOR MARIAN
She insisted I should finish it.
I decided to give myself a few more words than the 100-word limit of the Drabble – it takes time to shorten, and I’m in the middle of NETHERWORLD, but her prompt inspired me, and here it is:
She went every day to visit the baby egg. Through its translucent shell, her first child grew peacefully, with her heart sound piped in, and a gentle periodic rocking to simulate her walking around the kitchen.
Protestors screamed outside the lab that it was unnatural.
But it had finally removed Eve’s curse: no birth. No stretching the body out of shape. No pause in the ability to work. No pain. No surrogates wanting to keep the babies they carried for others.
She’d have to be in town when the baby ripened, but, other than that, she couldn’t see why she wouldn’t bond perfectly well with her offspring – after all, adopted babies did fine, didn’t they? There was the oxytocin nasal spray, and the hormones for lactation, and the nanny to do all the changing of dirty diapers.
It should be a hoot to play with when she had some time.
Here’s Marian‘s prompt:
It’s a baby egg. The neighbors got chickens that lay teeny wee eggs and gave me some. I had tomatoes from the farmers market, so I made a marriage in heaven.
She has a cute picture of a very small egg in her hand.
For the record, this is the new ‘block editor’ for WordPress, and I hate it.
Any time you change things I was perfectly happy with, I resent the huge loss of time.
I no longer have any idea where the things I depended on have gone.
If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
They do realize some of us have damaged brains, right?
I have no idea how to access the media, or how to insert an image, or…
Pretty much sums up my life.
And I have no idea what this will look like, vertical-spacing-wise.