Quiet, Silent, Beautiful
A new fiction piece
Sometimes a baby just stops breathing
It’s a genetic thing. It can’t be helped. There’s nobody to blame except a mutant fist of broken DNA, and a newborn’s lungs being so delicate. Lungs like mucus and pearl, shivering under the shallows of the chest. So fragile they might as well not be real
I have a new fiction piece up. Read more of Quiet, Silent, Beautiful over at Hobart Pulp
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