Tanya Lee

Eve

A barn wasn’t the ideal spot for giving birth, but Maggie’s water had already broken and contractions were setting in by the time she reached the homestead. It was early morning but already warm. Dust coated her legs; muddy rivulets appeared where fluid leaked with each step she took. She'd tied her sweatshirt loosely around midsection, above her bump. Her Impatiently, she shoved back a few sweaty strands of hair. She'd given the farmhouse only a passing glance before heading for the mammoth red barn beyond it. Something about ushering new life into the world right next to a corpse seemed wrong.