She knew it was wrong. Nothing has been right since this morning. The alarm didn’t go off at ten because it was out of battery and she didn’t even notice. When she woke up, it was around eleven already. She jumped out of her bed and started getting ready. After putting the mascara on, she opened her closet to pick up a dress. Until then, she realized she forgot her laundry in the dryer last night before going out. “Dammit, I’m so late.” She thought. So she just grabbed a dress from the closet. It was a flowery summer style from last year. Whatever, outfit didn’t matter that much now. Half an hour later, she was ready to leave. She was carrying a purse on her left shoulder, a binder in her left arm, and a bottle of water in her left hand. She really needed some water for her hangover. Last night was a disaster, even though she always promised not to drink that much anymore. After locking the door, she dropped the key. Coincidentally it rolled under her feet, as she moved her right foot, the key got kicked underneath the door. “FUCK!” But she was running late. She decided not to pick up the key, “No one will notice the key there. I will try to get it out when I come back.”
As she walked down the street, the doorman was staring at her surprisingly, and said hi. It was Friday morning, and she should be at work at this time now. She, as a journalist, had been working in Times magazine for 2 years now after graduated from Northwestern. But today was special – she had to take a day off. She almost jogged to the metro station. She picked the wrong shoes. This new pair of high heels were killing her feet, but she didn’t have time to go back to change. She kept drinking her water on the way, and thought, “well, at least the weather is nice today.” A black young woman and a baby in a stroller came towards her. The baby had blonde hair and round blue eyes, looking really cute. “Well, it’s not too bad to have a little thing to keep me company. Nope, not a good idea!”
At least the fucking train was on time today. She jumped onto the train. It was as full as usual. “What’s wrong with people? Don’t they need to work or what at this time? Well, they might be tourists. Everyone goes to Central Park.” As she was thinking, she noticed an odd black fat guy from 5 persons away was staring at her. The guy was trying to move towards her. Luckily, the train approached E 63rd St. station. She quickly got out of the train. When she turned back, the guy in the train winked to her with a creepy smile. She shivered and ran out of the train station.
Finally, 635 Madison Avenue, she made it on time. It was almost one o’clock. She signed in at the reception desk, and sat down. She looked around and didn’t find any acquaintances. She knew she should have chosen some other gynecologists, maybe in Brooklyn. Well, she didn’t trust those rustics. Ten minutes later, the nurse came out and called her name. She followed the nurse into a room. “Get changed into the clothes on the bed and lie down. Dr. Bartel will be right with you.” The nurse left.
She got changed, and lay down on the freezing bed. “I shouldn’t do this. I have good income. I can nurture a baby by myself. I will find a nice man who loves me as well as my baby in the future. It’s not fair to kill it. But what if…” The doctor knocked at the door and came in. He smiled to her, and asked, “Are you ready?” She nodded.
Didn’t remember how long later, she got up and changed. She paid for the bill at the check-out desk. As she walked down the street again, she thought, “I might have made a wrong decision today.” and feeling cramping in her stomach.
I was just inspired to write a short story a few days ago. There’s not racism. And I’m not anti-abortion, but I will never be against the human nature of being a mother as a woman. I just feel gloomy about this controversial topic. Enjoy!