Sarah couldn't believe how irresponsible she was. She knew better than to get involved with a married man. Seven weeks pregnant and armed with the abortion pill, she was determined to make right, the wrong she had done. All hope was lost until Sarah got granted an unexpected reprieve. A brief remission brimmed to the top filled with hope and could be's, before sending her tumbling down into a drunken depression and cascading her into a pang of guilt that she would do anything to get out.
A new law allowing late-term abortions has passed. Abortion without apology, no questions asked. With 1/3 of the abortions given today, approximately 10 to 12,000 of those babies are viable baby girls and boys with no medical risks at hand. That number will rise. This short story is a psychological tale of one late-term abortion, the final moments of this infants life, told through his eyes.
Diane M. Chattaway is an aspiring, independent writer, based out of North Carolina, where she lives with her husband and their three children. She leads an eclectic lifestyle, which has paved the way towards and through various paths of life.
Diane has spent the past two years bent over books, desperately honing her memorization skills while being primed and polished as a "Scripture Educator In Training." She forges into this year with high hopes, during her continued education in both Prophecy and Catastrophism.
When Diane isn't plotting disaster with the corral of people held captive in her mind, you can find her lounging on the sofa in her favorite sleep-pants, devouring a can of Pringles while binge-watching "The Young And Hungry." Or, standing by a nearby window, suspiciously spying on neighbors, like she is living her own-real-life episode, straight from the movie "The Burbs."
Her hobbies include - Scaring small children, dabbling in photography, candle making, cooking, a love that she turned into occasionally catering small parties, she also enjoys creating short films with her girls, dancing around mindlessly while singing at the top of her lungs, and using apples to bribe small horses, as well as shy goats, to come a little closer, where she spends most of her time working as a Farmhand.
While life is disruptive, and forever changing, her dream stands constant. To write a story, that someone, out there, will enjoy.