Whew! After those last three days, I needed a bit of a palate cleanser! I hope that you enjoy today’s fun little bit of nonsense. Some brain candy. The prompt for today was to allow a Wikinews article to spark a story. The link to the original article is at the end.
Now that I have reason to consider it, I suppose that such a thing was inevitable. We, as a whole, are a more progressive people out here, and it’s not as though these individuals live under a rock. No, they leave that to the vampires. Contrary to what some might believe, regardless of their circumstance these are the same, valuable, forward-thinking contributing members of society as those around them.
After years of trying to conceive a child, I had some tests run only to discover that my body had only ever been going through the motions. That the irregular cycles I’d always attributed to stress, or genetics, were in fact a sign that I was not ovulating. We tried for quite a while to induce such; but all that happened was that I became irritable, weepy, and fat. Finally, I decided on in-vitro fertilization. I picked a donor and off we went.
I started to suspect success on the two hour drive home from work one day. Suddenly the smell of the exhaust became unbearable, even though the windows were rolled up all the way. I turned off the air conditioning, but as the car grew warmer, and I could still smell the fumes, I began to retch. I texted my doubles partner that I would have to cancel and spent the evening in bed. But it wasn’t until I was out for dinner with some friends that I knew for sure. Instead of my usual salad I found myself ordering a steak; extra rare. A week later my doctor confirmed what I already knew, that I was finally going to be a mother. He waved off my concerns as part of a normal pregnancy and told me to relax. So I did.
Once I entered the second trimester, my pregnancy was uneventful. I ran every day just as I always had, meditated spent time with my friends who all ooh’d and ahh’d appropriately. I’d lay awake all night, feeling her kicks and flutters, already in love with this creature growing inside of me. The ultrasound revealed that I was having a daughter, and I decided to name her Luna.
Luna was born, ironically, on the eve of a new moon after thirty six hours of grueling and painful labor. She was beautiful, pink and perfect, covered in downy lanugo and looking at me with bright, alert eyes. She nursed hungrily and easily, I had been warned to expect some difficulty as we both learned what to do, but my girl and I, we were in sync. Four weeks later, though, I learned truth about my daughter. Late one night I woke to a howl, looked to the crib beside my bed and saw this black, furry thing growling and snarling where my daughter should have been. I screamed and beat at it, looking for my daughter. Where was she? Did it eat her? Then suddenly I saw the eyes, alert and intelligent, looking up at me, and I knew. I remembered the donor profile:” Trim, athletic, in good health. Dark hair, green eyes. Above average intelligence. Enjoys running, trying new foods, and moonlight. “I should have known that they would find a way to eschew violence. After all, we are a progressive society.