Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Monday, April 13, 2015
Pageant Question: How do you feel about women being drafted?
Marianna had to give birth in the trench. She'd hidden her pregnancy, even from herself I think, right up till the last two months when denial wouldn't work any longer. It was a muddy, bloody mess even before her water broke. The enemy chose that night to surge on our position, and we were in the worst battle I'd seen in weeks. Nobody noticed when Marianna first went down because they were too busy with their own lives. I had at first assumed she'd been shot, like so many of the others we were pressing into the mud, but when I saw she was scrabbling to get her pants off, I knew; the baby was coming.
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