The
young woman touched her belly as an unfamiliar sensation moved like a
bubble floating to the top of a flute.
She was aware of the intruder that
was making its presence known, but would rather discount the movement to a touch of gas finding its way
through her digestive track. After all, she did not ask to become a
fetal-carrier like some animal in the woods. She did not ask to be
mounted like a breeding mare with her private
parts spread for the taking. The woman, barely so at eighteen, was unprepared for the harrowing experience of
an unjust, unloving act that left her womb inhabited with a
life she could not acknowledge.
Her
mind was racing like a bullet train riding the rails to its next destination determined to stop only long enough to allow its occupants
a hastened exit. What should she do? Where should she go to
hide the cumbersome entanglement? She knew the final
deed must be completed with closure, absent of drugs and little aftercare. It must be done quickly as to leave
any establishment as if she were never a resident, but only leaving a piece of baggage by the door. Her childlike
mind was firm; she would
travel to a far away land realized only by monks or nuns. She would ask
for entrance with tearful begging, unveiling her belly to secure
the pact. After the task had been completed,
she would smile in gratitude and be on her way.
For
several months, a furry of internal questions unrelentingly haunted her days. Will there be remorse for her
actions? Will she weaken her stance and change her plans? Will there be a moment when she might be tempted to
touch the cheek of the interloper to submit
the truth of her plight? Realizing there was no time for retreat, or to dally with the
thoughts jetting through her mind, she chose to continue her subversion and travel the distance alone.
The Tele, firmly mounted on the wall to assure its
safety from thieves, blared its alarm, “A Teen Runaway!”
Her finger touched a button to silence the obtrusive
bloke. She rolled over on her
side just far enough to accomplish a position of comfort without the acknowledgement of her belly’s obstruction. The
bland room had been her refuge for the last few months as she sequestered herself
to allow the intruder its gestation. The
corner deli provided her needs for
nourishment, the Tele her entertainment. She was well
aware of the time sequence involved; she had marked an “x” on the calendar tucked in her pocketbook. Her hibernation must end in two weeks; and then, she will hitch to the manor discovered in a
mixture of crazy panic and intellectual calm.
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Next excerpt to be continued soon! I have not found a publisher for this novel as yet, but when I do I will post the release date...:)
Blessings,
Barbara~
