Mother of None

My thighs pillowed from my shorts like jumbo marshmallows pinched at the center. They rubbed together, chafing in the dry heat, as I hiked the dilapidated staircase.

Why did he choose me? The overweight girl with the plain clothes, plainer face, and stuttered speech. The late bloomer Zane from Calculus knocked up before her first period. The slut who missed final exams to get a late-term abortion.

He wanted to do it standing up against the pillar of the abandoned train stop, so I peeled down my shorts, listened for the cries of another unborn child  implanted inside me.

word count: 99


© Amy Reese
© Amy Reese

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29 thoughts on “Mother of None

  1. Excellent and powerful writing. Sadly true, too. Even today, the self-worth of girls is too often determined by interest and interaction with boys/men, especially when the girlsconsider themselves to be plain and undesirable. Why doesn’t this change?

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      1. I think you have it spot on. It’s hard to teach if it’s ingrained in one’s own definition of self, I think. Being aware of it and making an effort to change it is the only thing I can come up with.

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