Blessed Curse

Blessed Curse

“I couldn’t save her. Mary bled to death,” the midwife said.

John smashed his fist on the table. Plates and shards of broken glass clattered to the floor.

He heard the cries of a baby from the other room.

“God, why did you take her?” he cursed.

The midwife came from the other room and placed the tiny child into his arms.

John rubbed his eyes and prayed the baby would die. He couldn’t live without Mary.

Damn the child.

Catherine Shields

Catherine Shields is a retired educator from Miami, Florida. She is a member of the Florida Writers Association, and her work appears in 45 Magazine Women's Literary Journal, Levitate Magazine, and Ariel Chart.

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