Fiction

Baby Bottles

I will not abandon my child. Go, if you must. I’m staying here.

After all, no good deed should go unpaid, and I have another train to catch.

You’re not even scared when I kidnap you anymore!

Go get it, it’s yours for the taking.

Yet, with these wings, trapped inside a cage.

I was floating around, doing what imaginary friends do.

I am with her now, her graceful, divine self.

I drank the water. It poured straight through my body.

Another living thing to be with.

It’s rolling, still rolling, and—