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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Sharp (03/07/13)

TITLE: Short Life = Long Pain


“You will feel a sharp prick and then it will be over in a few minutes.” The doctor’s words ring out into the coldness of the stark white operating room. He sounds cheerful despite the circumstances.

As he scrapes about inside my body with various instruments, he talks to me about school and my job. How odd that this man can talk to me about such things as he perform this horrific act.

“We are almost done, little lady.” He continues to scrape and set something on a tray next to him.

There is no one else in the room, not even a nurse. On the wall to my left are windows. The sunshine is coming in through the slats of the blinds. It is a warm day outside. Normally I would be at school. I ask him if he will write me an excuse for missing classes. He tells me he will. To my right are a series of posters. Each one is an illustration of the inside of a woman’s body. One poster even shows a photograph of sperm swimming toward an egg in waiting.

Soon I can hear the squeaky wheels of the doctor’s side table as it is being pushed aside. He is wiping me now down there but I do not feel much. As he snaps the latex gloves from his hands, I peer off to my right again. There on the little stainless steel side table is a mass of lumpy blood. I can make out a tiny arm with fingers sticking through the mess. It is my baby. It’s arm reaching up towards the ceiling.

The doctor sees me looking and says, “It’s a boy.”

Soon, a nurse comes in, covers up my baby boy, and wheels him out to be disposed of, I guess. How ironic that the doctor announces to me the sex of my baby without as much as an ounce of regret. Another nurse comes in and tells me to sit up. She helps to get me into a wheel chair and wheels me out into a long corridor. There in the carpeted hall, I notice other women, some young like me and others not so young. They are sitting in wheelchairs too. Many are crying softly into their hands.

About thirty minutes later, I am wheeled out to the car so I can go home. My mother drove me to Birmingham today for the procedure. She is standing next to the door looking somber and a little angry. I make my way into the back seat of her dark green Plymouth Duster. The cool vinyl of the seat feels good against my hot skin. It is an hour drive back to Tuscaloosa and mother and I do not say anything.

It is hard to imagine twenty three years later, I still feel the sharp prick that the doctor warned me of before the abortion. He was wrong in the sense that an abortion isn’t over with quickly. The killing of my child, little Moby, leaves a deep scar in my heart. Only God is able to take away the pain when it comes out of hiding.

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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 03/14/13
Wow! This is incredible. You handled a difficult subject with honesty and grace. I could feel my heart pound as I read. This is one of the better stories I have ever read.
C D Swanson 03/14/13
wow- Really good story...I truly enjoyed this from start to finish.

God bless~
Janice Kelley03/14/13
Thank you for your honesty and openness. You gave a heartfelt analysis of a very sad event and the on-going pain that followed. God comfort you....and thanks for sharing.
Vince Martella03/15/13
Very deep. You brought a perspective that I, as a man, would never know. How courageous for you to plumb the depths of emotion that day must have caused, and the continuing feelings, and share them. Thank you.
Alicia Renkema03/19/13
I was hoping I was wrong but as soon as you used the word scrape I was pretty sure you were going to be talking about an abortion experience. If this is a true story, my heart aches for you. My sister had an abortion and I still yearn to be able to me my nephew / niece and know I will one day in heaven. Praise God that there are no degrees of sin with Him. Sin is sin and He forgives it all 100%, if we but come to Him. He gives the freshest, most wonderful beginnings. His mercies truly are new every morning. May you walk in that newness if this pertains to you. God Bless. Your writing was very good.
Kelli Hunt03/19/13
This was so well done and so hard to read because of the subject matter. It made me hurt inside to read it. How heartbreaking. Thank you, I'm sure it was hard to write, but healing as well.
Judith Gayle Smith03/20/13
Absolutely heartbreaking . . .
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 03/22/13
Congratulations on ranking 33 overall!