It had all gotten muddled somehow: the baby cries and all those tears. But this time Sylvia had a plan, a real plan. This time Sylvia would get it right. Soon that lonely baby-seed would be sprouting up all green and freshy new. Momma’s baby-seed just needed someone to hold its hand. Sylvia sighed. Grandma’s Bible Study would be over soon. She needed to finish up. Grandma wouldn’t understand about all the dirt. A few months in the earth was a small enough price to pay for a freshy-green rebirth. Soon enough Sylvia and Momma would finish their new baby bodies, and together they would rise up, ready to face the sun and the wallpaper-dim world.
Crack the Spine - Issue 145
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