Birth pangs

She walks with a spring in her step, lighter and freer than she ever remembers feeling. Since she heard the news, she has had something to look forward to. It steals into her mind as she goes about her day, like a secret love, making her heart quicken in anticipation.

It certainly had been some time since she ever dared think about anything as wonderful as the next day. It is a strange and wonderful feeling. Now, she positively glows.

The universe seems to pick up on her vibe and glow back. It’s a beautiful day, the sun shines with a never-before radiance, the air is quieter, crisper, fresher. Even the birds are out, singing in the cool breeze, and the passers-by smile at her. She feels beautiful, capable and strong as she touches the bulge under her blouse. She smiles to herself almost tenderly.

She savours the smell of street-food around her, looking in the store windows and marveling at the displays as she walks to the agreed spot.

She doesn’t have to wait long before she sees him approaching. She feels the old pang of recognition stir within her and marvels at her ability to put it aside. Yes, she is a strong and capable.

As he approaches, bustling in his importance, she is acutely aware of the man inside the uniform - slightly scarred and twisted, his fancy-dress is his both his weaponry and his shield. It is his license to do as he pleases.

She caresses her belly once more and smiles as she detonates.