By Sharmila Shankarkumar
The new creature’s a savage attention hog, cries incessantly, eats Mother alive. She’s witnessed this, his greedy toothless maw gaping, then closing around a rosy nipple, great sucking sounds emanating from within. After his arrival, she’s rendered invisible, all eyes transfixed by his dumb antics, his infinite feed-poop-sleep-whine loop.
Can we return him to the stork now? she entreats. They chortle, like she’s the century’s greatest wit.
At night she unwraps him, puts him out in the garden for pickup.
Squalls break their exhausted slumber. Raccoon attack. Now his head’s like rhubarb jam.
The creature needs even more attention. Will always.
Wow. Talk about a gut punch at the end! Thanks for sharing.
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