Stone Baby

Suffering a loss of control in her life, a pregnant woman succumbs to an unusual craving.

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         ‘You love kids,’ he reminded me last night. ‘That’s why you went into teaching.’

           I didn’t mention that I hadn’t known what else to do with an English degree. Instead, I rolled over and pretended to sleep.

           My corner of the garden is a rockery. Eximia offers up garlands of prissy pale pink flowers. Purple campanula spills over the wall. But the rocks are the stars of the show: sandstone boulders sourced from a local quarry, slate chips shipped in from further afield. I blew the doing-up budget on my stones, forcing us to resign ourselves to the hideous avocado-green bathroom suite we still haven’t ripped out.