140-word story creation • Birth

This is probably the only way to go forward and not backward.

Shouting and screaming with all the strength of a lifetime.

As the labor pains hit like a wave, he seemed to have forgotten the joy that was conceived at that time, and wanted to escape and give up when the waves receded. But soon, bursts of numbness began to remind us of the arrival of new life.

Forget about time and space, and focus only on the contraction of the body, the most primitive instinct. Until I saw the soft body.

The end is the beginning.

(138 words)