Voices
Jonas
knew they couldn’t keep the baby. No matter how excited his wife
had been about conceiving again, he couldn’t ignore the voices that
told him the baby wasn’t theirs to keep.
Jonas
carried the small bundle to the outhouse. The voices were loudest
here; a droning babble rising from the stinking dark hole. He could
hear them calling for the child.
He
held the bundle over the opening and the tiny body tumbled out. It
sank into the muck amidst a handful of tiny yellowing skulls.
The
voices were silenced, except for one. Soon it was silenced, too.
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