Egg

Neorah laid an egg. It was black and it wiggled. She watched it break, horror petting her mind like a kind master. A babe lay there — a boy — his hair and eyes black as the egg’s shell, his teeth large and brilliant white.

“You’ve been a bad mommy,” said the boy.

Neorah gasped.

The egg boy jumped to his feet, standing naked and slimy before his horrified mother.

“Name me punishment,” he said in a high, sweet voice like unto angels, “for I am yours.”

Neorah fainted away.

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