• fiction

    Embers

    A baby. A er all these years of me wanting one and him not wanting one, now he wants a baby. When nally I have lost the desire for one. Our children are seven and ve. I don’t know that I can handle a new- born again. I’d thought we were in agreement on the adoption. I look out the window into the night. e trees are lea ess and still. e sky must be cloudy because I can’t see any stars. Winter is upon us; the days are cold and sunless. I shiver, wondering if it’s my skin or my soul that’s chilled. On the way to the o…