The Baby. Short Story & Announcement!

Hope everyone’s weekend went well!

So, I said I had an announcement and I do! I realised I fell behind with Whispers in the Shadows, so I got to editing and I’ve re-edited the previous books (I-IV) and have edited and published V & VI, I hope to have Vols VII & VIII up within the next couple of days. Adding onto that, I’ve also decided that every 3 books they’ll be amassed in a single file collection, just to make things easier for newer readers (though it is not up on Amazon yet, it is up on Smashwords.) WITS V, WITS VI WITS V, WITS VI

Smashwords: WITS V, WITS VI, WITS Collection Vols I-III

Well, that’s it for announcements, on with the show!


The Baby.

She rocked the baby back and forth, humming gently. His eyes were an almost unnatural blue, she so loved those eyes, they stared up at her, a small smile on her babies face. He was such a good baby, he never cried or fussed and he was always smiling. Such a good baby. She stood from the rocking chair and walked to the crib and lay him down gently, then carefully covered him with a blanket. She looked down on him for a few moments, then crept out of the room, trying not to make too much noise. Once out in the hall way she went to the stairs, he would sleep for a while now, he was always a good sleeper, he already slept the entire night through too.

She filled the washing machine with clothes, both hers and the babies, he wasn’t a messy baby, something her friends could barely believe, so she was able to get multiple wearings out of his clothes. She put in detergent then turned it on, it started to hum gently, she always loved the swishing sound of the water. Turning from the machine she checked the clothes in the dryer and finding them a little damp, she turned it on again. With that done she went into the kitchen and started to tidy. There wasn’t much to be done really, she kept a clean house, it was easy with just her and the baby. His name was Tommy, like his father, but she liked calling him the baby, it seemed more maternal, more caring that way. She sometimes worried that he wouldn’t respond to his own name when he was older, but he was still young enough now, it wouldn’t matter too much. With the kitchen cleaned she went into the sitting room and settled down onto the couch, it was old and comfortable. As she sat she began to get sleepy, then she dozed a little.

She woke with a start, looking at the clock, the baby hadn’t cried out, but still, it was always best to be alert. She had fallen asleep for almost an hour. After stretching she stood and yawned, she wanted to do a little cleaning in here too. She paused and listened, there was no noise coming from the baby monitor, he would be fine for a little longer. She began to clear away some of his toys. She didn’t get many visitors anymore, not since Tommy came along, still, she liked having the house clean, just in case. With the toys cleared away she went back upstairs, creeping along the hallway, she knew she should let him rest, but she enjoyed watching him sleep. She slipped into his room, the nursery was painted a light yellow, she had chosen the colour herself. Everything was so perfect and pretty, it was just like she had always imagined a nursery should be. She went to his crib and looked down on him, after a moments hesitation she picked him up. His eyes opened, that little smile on his face, so happy to see his mother. She rocked him gently back and forth. He was a little cold now, but he would warm up in a moment. She pressed her face against his, ignoring the cold, unyielding plastic. He was her baby, and such a good one.

About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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2 Responses to The Baby. Short Story & Announcement!

  1. Dinny Rex says:

    Love the ending, especially the last few sentences. To be honest, I thought the baby was dead at first, but I liked your ending much better.

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