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@ppoli611674629039 · 03 Dec 2020

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Poor Sandy

#shortstory 

I kept my eyes open, I saw you go out. You were moving, you were alive. You stayed alive until the doctor gave the injection, then you went limp like an octopus out of water.

I have to phone Frank, I have to call him, because he stays in a meeting late, and then goes to pick up his daughter from kindergarten. Frank loves his daughter, he always talks about how she says the word crocodile, about the space she has between her teeth, abouthow she runs to meet him when he comes home from work. I have to tell him that he no longer has to worry, that his wife cannot make a scandal, that no one will take the child from him. I can't see him in that condition, so gloomy that he doesn't even kiss me.

But on Thursday he arrived smiling at the appointment. "Don't worry, Sandy, I've considered everything."
He put a business card in my hand with the name of a private clinic. "Doctor Stone is a friend, with the check I wrote him he won't make a fuss. Come on, come on, Sandy, you need common sense in life ”.
I nodded, then looked at my shoes.
He's right, of course. Frank is always right.

You had moved a lot in the last week, the knee against the diaphragm, the foot towards the intestine. You had grown from one ultrasound to another.

It wasn't an abortion. Not in the sixth month.

"You know you don't have to call me when I'm in a meeting."

"Sorry, Frank, I wanted to talk to you."
"How did it go?"
"He is no more."
"How are you?"
"I'm fine, Frank ... but ..."
"What's up?"
"He was alive, he was breathing."
"For God's sake, Sandy, stop thinking about it."

The doctor caught you with two hands because you were too big to fit in one. You had long toes and feet like Frank's. You were covered in red fuzz.

Your sister Maddie, Frank's daughter, must have been like that when she was born.

Tonight, Frank says, he can't come and see me at the clinic. I have to be good, I have to understand that it's a special day, because it's snowing.

“Maddie will definitely want play with snow balla. It's amazing how everything drives her crazy. "

And you?

You who loved me just because I was your mother, you who would trust me, you who would listen to my heart beating in unison with yours, you who were waiting to see me and to see your father? Didn't you have the right to go crazy?

Tomorrow I'll get out of this bed and find Frank down in the car. He will tell me that he dreamed of my lips and that no one excites him like me.

Then he will return to Maddie.
I'll go home too. Without a belly, without anything.