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a cry by doug browning

A sun sets in the sky, done with it's work as the moon comes up to take the graveyard shift. A woman sitting outside crys.. How could she have let this happen? This thing will mess up her life as she knew it. Nobody would help her either. How would she take care of it. How could she give into this temptaion. This temptation that felt so good at the time, but now she knows was the wrong thing to do. What would her parents think? they would surely shun her away. She would keep it a secret, how for that long she did not know. A doctor could get rid of this thing, but if anybody found out she would be called so many names for the rest of her life. She looked at an item in her hand. It couldn't be right? She looked up at the moon thinking about her plan. What would she do? She wished she could go back to easier times.

Many moons later a cry brakes the silence of the night as a woman runs down a alley way. She stops at a dumpster and puts something in it. She says goodbye to it, then with in sec. is gone. All that can be heard in the night is the cry of a baby in a dumpster.