She had delivered their baby boy, Gabriel, at Metropolitan Nashville General
Hospital. Four hours later she had died of internal bleeding, and within seconds
John had found himself frozen and thawed to a sour-smelling lump of cells; and
there had been a lament ventriloquized by someone or something let loose, forcing
John’s tongue to trill and his teeth to grind: cannibalistic trimester!
Short story published in Bitterzoet Magazine. Download as pdf: 