Mother sits silently at the bedside, crumbling slowly, the tiny body lying just about lifeless, a sad and distant memory of the bouncing ballerina from three months ago. Her child lies dying and there is nothing she can do about it. Doctor understands where she is inside herself and there still isn’t he can do about it. ‘It’s degenerative and there is nothing more we can do. Your child is going to die if we can’t find a suitable donor. Would you like the priest to come now?’ Mother can’t move, can’t think, can’t function and God is where this supposed healer wants to point her towards? Her voice is small but he understands and retreats with her fragile ‘screw God’ echoing in her own private hell.
Doctor:
They weren’t cleared for human trials. Laughable; what, did they think this was genetic manipulation of courgettes? The whole point was to have help available when the time comes, and the time is here, now! Goddamn politicians and their holier than mindsets. Spend money on space exploration to impress overseas scientists while their own people are dying. Of course we go ahead with it, we have no choice. People are dying all over the fucking world and consequences be damned!
Mother waited. Mother cried. Mother couldn’t believe it was actually happening. That night the Doctor came in with a smile on his face. Mother remembers thinking ‘you get laid or something?’ Doctor sat down and took her hands the smile spreading like brushfire, ‘we found a match’. Then both of them cried and now Mother is happy watching Bouncing Ballerina twirl like the dervish she’s remembered how to be.
News in Freetown Today
Last Baby Farm Burnt Down, hope of survival for millions dashed in the wake of the Government’s Act against human tissue cloning. Mass revolt is expected.
That was 12 years ago. Doctor sits in jail and finally slits his wrists.
The hostage drama at government corral
5 months ago