31 Days Of Flash Fiction - Day 15
About halfway through the month, hope everyone's still enjoying the stories!
Cabbage Patch
When I cut the squash open I didn’t expect a baby to fall out.He was perfect. Smooth skin, a tuft of dark hair just like mine, his eyes the same color blue. I would’ve claimed him as my son in the natural world if I’d ever been married. He was strange. Besides being born from a large butternut squash, he didn’t cry, eat, or drink. He just stared, looking at me with eyes that could've been my own. All these things should’ve tipped me off. But I didn’t know anything was really wrong until this morning.When I woke up to the oven heating around me.
Cabbage Patch
When I cut the squash open I didn’t expect a baby to fall out.He was perfect. Smooth skin, a tuft of dark hair just like mine, his eyes the same color blue. I would’ve claimed him as my son in the natural world if I’d ever been married. He was strange. Besides being born from a large butternut squash, he didn’t cry, eat, or drink. He just stared, looking at me with eyes that could've been my own. All these things should’ve tipped me off. But I didn’t know anything was really wrong until this morning.When I woke up to the oven heating around me.
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