Laura stood in the kitchen, stared out at the neat rows of brown houses. Morning. Gray sky. A knock on the door. “Yes?” “Sign here.” A clipboard. A letter. She closed the door, held the letter, looked at the sender, set the letter on the table, went back to the kitchen, stared out at the houses. A light rain fell.
Duty To Conceive
Laura stood in the kitchen, stared out at the neat rows of brown houses. Morning. Gray sky. A knock on the door. “Yes?” “Sign here.” A clipboard. A letter. She closed the door, held the letter, looked at the sender, set the letter on the table, went back to the kitchen, stared out at the houses. A light rain fell.