Lullaby
By Saul Hudson
Everything
she’d been told was a lie; from the very first moment to the very last. So here
she stands, Donna Wheeler, 38, proud mother to three beautiful boys, at the
head of her newborn son’s cot. She sings a lullaby as she caresses the boys
hairless head with her left hand while picking the flesh from his face with the
rusty blade she’d procured from her husband’s toolbox with her right; searching
through the buttery meat of his face for the daughters face she had always assumed
and expected she would one day have.
In its turn, the child
sang a lullaby too. Although every once in a while the song it sang sounded
more like a shrill scream than a well versed and remembered melody.
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