Nov 25 2008
Night Stalker Rissa-Knowing Yourself
Rissa laid the baby on the church steps. Running across the road, she then threw a rock at one of the stained glass windows. She heard someone inside say, “Are you alright, Father?” before heading back into the night.
Right before rounding the corner, she heard the heavy church doors open. She knew the baby would be fine. Probably better off than he would have been with his crack head mother, she thought sourly.
“I have got to be more careful,” she muttered to herself, thinking about the close call. “I’m not taking no babies! I have to make sure none of these scumbags have kids.”
A tear rolled down her cheek at the thought of the baby. He was so precious, she thinks, all soft and warm. Just another thing that’s been taken away from me.
“Quit feeling sorry for yourself. You know you’ve never been mother material,” she mused angrily. Who would want to bring a baby into this world of scumbags anyway?
“I would,” she whispered to the night as another tear slipped out.
