WARNING. This bit of flash fiction is pretty dark, and it disturbed me when I was writing it. I’ve been wondering whether to put it up, but in terms of ‘near-future’ sci fi/ethics, I think it’s a valid piece.
“Congratulations, Ms Smith. A beautiful baby girl. Here.”
No.” I turn my head away. “I don’t want to hold her.”
The nurse is surprised, and I sneak just the most fleeting glance at the bundle in her arms. A pink blanket, shock of dark hair. Ten fingers and toes I expect.
And heart. And liver. And two kidneys.
Organs worth about ten grand altogether on the black market. Enough to pay off my student loan.
And this time next year? Hmmm. A new car, I think.