Editor’s Note: This is a story I wrote before I started writing a series of short stories set in a dystopian world that has made abortion and contraception illegal. It fits the theme, though, so I’m retconning it to fit in the world.
“Am I going to be all right?” The frail, big-eyed teenager asked Mahlea, her thin frame shivering out of either fear or fever. There was a puddle of blood spreading on the bed between her legs, but the teenager didn’t seem to notice.
“Of course, you are, baby,” Mahlea said with a smile as she held back her tears. She shook her thick black hair to hide her face as she patted the girl’s translucent hand; Mahlea had always been a terrible liar. “You’re going to be just fine.” Continue Reading