Jane had been in labor for what felt like months, but she felt no pain. She was at the shooting range and instead of having contractions, she fired rounds into the target. It was close. She widened her stance and aimed. She took a breath and held it, then squeezed the trigger, one, two, three, four. The baby was out. But when she looked at it, it was a turtle, slowly creeping away. She shot it dead.
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A special thank you to living-on-borrowed-crime, who selflessly read and re-read this chapter about 50 times to help me get it right. That couldn’t have been easy.
socawkpenguin78:
Jane takes some pretty big steps in this chapter. :)
Yessssssss! This is just what I needed.