Stupid Baby

I thought so - Editor

It lay there, fat and sluglike. It’s skin was flushed red and overheated. The arms and legs were nothing but cylindrical rolls of fat with no defining muscle or shape. Its face was twisted now, screaming with mindless fury, the mouth open in a wet gaping red maw.

Louise’s father nudged her with an elbow. She glanced up at his cheerful face.

“What do you think of your little sister?”

He stared at the baby proudly. Louise looked at him, then back at the baby, and frowned, considering her answer. She had a thin serious face, brown hair cut in a page boy, and horn rimmed glasses.

“I think we ought to take it to the river and drown it,” she said finally.


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