Hello party people!
I have a story in the Chicago Review. The issue is available now for purchase over HERE.
My story is called, "The Baby" and here is an excerpt:
The second and third times I hold the baby I’m still not afraid. I try different ways to hold him. I try to see what works best. Some sort of agreement between us. A way we can be together in a system that satisfies us both. I try very hard but he’s always changing his mind.
I sit with him on my thighs when nobody is paying attention. I want to take off all of his clothes. I want him naked. I lean in to him and whisper, “Last summer I fucked the gardener.” I sit back up and lean down again, “We fucked sixteen times.” The baby waves his fists around like a crazy man. I am not sure what that means.
After a while the baby starts fussing and my husband comes over and asks what I did to him. I say, “Nothing.”
It's a tale about obsession, I think. The word "baby" is in it 100 times.