I’m in a mall and there are babies everywhere. My biological clock is roaring. Another stroller rolls by, then a toddler babbles past me. I turn into the bookstore and, of course, find myself in the baby section. My fingers reach for a red onesie, so tiny. I squeeze the paw of a stuffed rabbit and think about what a cuddly companion it would make for a child. A child who I’d read to, from belly bump to babe in arms. A child with bright eyes and buttery cheeks. A child I desperately want and am terrified I can’t have.
Sarah Munn is a Toronto-based writer and editor. Her work has appeared in 805 Lit + Art and Blue Moon Literary & Art Review. Instagram: @sarahmunn_author