Day 89 – Cut Flowers – Part 2

Word count: 621

Emily answered the door at once. In truth, she had been cradling her cell phone whilst sitting on the bottom step of the stairs.

“Darling!” her mother was finally here, and threw her arms around Emily, kissing her twice on each cheek.

She was a delicate looking woman, indeed she seemed to be constructed entirely from skin, bone and floaty scarves. A heavy air of insense and perfume infused the doorway.

“Thank god you’re here, mum. I wasn’t sure what to do.”

Audrey took Emily’s hand and directed her into the kitchen. She sat her down on one of the dining chairs and immediately set about garnering coffee cups and boiling the kettle. She knew where everything was, as if this were her own home.

“Mum, I’m not sure what to do,” Emily began sobbing.

“Now listen here,” Audrey said, pouring boiling water in to the cups, “Don’t panic, just calm down and relax. We’re going to talk this through before we make any decisions.”

Emily sat up suddenly, scraping back the chair on the floor.

“I can’t keep it. I have to get rid of it.”

Audrey put her hands on Emily’s shoulders and gently pressed her back down into her seat, plying her with coffee as she did so.

“I think you’re right, but you’d have to be sure about these things…”

“Would… would I miss it?”

Audrey looked awkward, as if she could not compute the question.

“Would I be such a terrible person?”

“Absolutely not, my darling, no, no, no. A woman needs to do what a woman needs to do.”

Audrey sat down opposite Emily and grabbed her hand from across the table.

“And you’re sure it couldn’t be the other one’s?”

Emily dissolved further into panic, “I-I-I d-don’t know any more. The dates… I mean I don’t know how far I am?”

“Well when was your last period?”

“Uhm,” she was trying to think. Emily couldn’t remember when she last had one. It was one of those things that had just become secondary to the busy schedule she led. From over the table, she could see her mother peering at her tummy to judge.

“Have you been feeling sick at all lately?”

“Maybe, a littleĀ nauseous once or twice… but I know it’s been a while since I had my period. I just can’t remember when. But it can only be Dan’s… I swear.”

“Hmm,” Audrey fell into a contemplative state.

Emily drank her coffee, butterflies taking off in her stomach. She was not sure how she felt about this alien inside her body. If the test was correct, then there was something living in her – some parasite creature that would grow and grow and grow until at first a bump would appear and then balloon and then bulging and, finally, burst. Emily crossed her legs as her mind raced through the phases of pregnancy and labour. Her figure would be lost; her lifestyle destroyed and as for her relationship with Dan? Had they ever really discussed children? Did he even want one, would he leave her or would he want more and more and she would suddenly wake up one day and find herself nine sizes too big for all her clothes and weighed down with more mouths than she had shoes?

“Does it hurt?” she asked her mother quietly.

“Does what hurt?”


Audrey stood up and walked to the patio window, staring out at the garden.

“No, Emily, no it doesn’t…”

“Can you come with me?”

Emily was shaking with anxiety and apprehension.

“Of course,” Audrey walked over and stroked her daughter’s hair.

“I’m doing this for me and Dan. I’m doing this for us…”

“I know you are, sweetie… I know.”

~ by S.G. Mark on January 4, 2012.

One Response to “Day 89 – Cut Flowers – Part 2”

  1. wow wee.

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