I’ll reblog this first edition and then link them through
ok here goes again…. inspired after a trip to Point No Point on the open ocean.
On that relentless wave of the final contraction a baby girl was at last delivered. She was still inside the amniotic sac and when the midwife broke it open she flopped out like a tiny porpoise. The nurse said a caul birth was a sign of good fortune and indeed she was a beautiful child at first glance. Outside, the wild Atlantic storm had finally broken and when the infant was taken to the window for a closer examination, the sunlight glinted on her wet hair like green gold. It was then observed that three fingers of her otherwise perfect little right hand were webbed…..
more to come