"Her Billy"

There was a twisting in her belly that night, like a premonition, just before the pain. Then, fear. And then, blood. So much blood, it soaked nightgown and sheets before Sally even realised she was screaming.

Larry never left her side – he was stained red, too – but Sally could only think of him, lost to her, again.

"There was nothing you could have done," Tom assured them afterward, when the tears had dried. "But, you're young. Healthy. You should try again."

Larry seemed hopeful. Sally would always wonder, though, about her Billy, the boy who could have been.


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Apologies for the abrupt shift from happy silliness to this kind of tragedy. But "life's little adventures" aren't always full of light.