Seed

I ran my hands over my stomach, my hands sunflowers. I turned sideways in front of the mirror, so as to view my profile. A nice bosom, a small but curved bottom. My countenance was erect but relaxed. No other curves invaded my image. How could his child be growing in me? I inflated my stomach as much as possible, managing to achieve only a pathetic swell. Then I lifted my shirt, and looked at this pretend baby. Pregnant. My hands fell to my sides, and I walked up close to the mirror. As I looked at my face, I saw nothing that would betray my state, nothing but large, frightened eyes, wells of despair and hopelessness.