She waited in the clinic, fear knotting her stomach. She looked down at her slightly swollen stomach, thinking about what she came here to do. One woman, small, yet regal in appearance, walked out of the hall to the young lady's left, swaying a little.
She seemed happy about slaughtering her child on an altar of selfishness and greed, but her eyes showed how she truly felt.
She was fearful.
She regretted her decision.
She felt sorrow.
The young lady's name was called, and she walked into the hallway, that stank of death and decay, that was imprinted with the anguished cries of mother and child.
Honoria Christy Walton walked down the hall, and changed her life forever.
Author's Note: This is a first try as to posting a story on the Internet. I hope that it brings hope to all who read it, and that some of you on this website will reconsider your beliefs.
Blessings,
Bishop Hunter
P.S.: This story will continue, but I'm starting out with this.