Rain poured heavily on the small straw thatched roof of the hut, holes gaped through allowing some of the water to pour through, either to be caught in a bucket, drench the ground or soak the inhabitants. But this night none of them payed any attention to the rain that poured over them, they were waiting for the women in the other room to finally bring a child to the world. Three men waited outside listening to the screams of the soon to be mother. Her agony tore at their hearts.
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Suddenly the screams stopped and the door to the room opened, one of the midwives stumbeled from the opening holding her stomach, and pale as her white apron. One of the men whent to her and held her up.
"What has happened?" She tried to speek and all she could say was.
"Marion is,... she is dead." Stunned the man's grip weakened and the midwife slipped to floor bubleing in tears. He raced to the room and gasped in shock, his legs weakened and he fell backwards.
Their on the table lay marion, a smile of peace spread across her face witch was now soft and delicate loking. But the thing that caused him the most shock was the child. Laying on the floor crying, next to the other midwife who had passed out over a chair. A pool of bile lay below her. He looked again at the child it's skin was blue pure blue almost crytalline, it's eyes were open. Blue emanated from them staring at the man seeming to cut deep into his soul. Searching his heart.
To be continued....
Nathanael DJ Werdal
Dreams that disturbe you when you sleep,
and haunt you when you are awake.
Make up a mirror of who and what you are,