By Rachel Canwell
I wish my belly was a snowglobe.
Crafted from the finest shatterproof, crystal clear glass.
So I could lie and watch in silent, grateful disbelief, as you evolve from curled red comma into child.
So I could reach out and trace with shaking fingers tips, your graceful dance. Tumbling as you do, lost in your amniotic storm. Tiny snowflakes made of particles, cells, glitter and hope.
My private reassurance. My window on the miracle of life.
Rachel Canwell is a writer and teacher living in Cumbria. She is currently working on a flash collection and her first novel which was shortlisted for the Retreat West Pitch to Win 2021. Her short fiction has been published in Sledgehammer Lit, Pigeon Review and The Birdseed amongst others.
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