It wasn’t immediately apparent that there was anything to worry about during the woman’s pregnancy. The baby moved languorously in her belly, active and swirling during the night, sleeping fitfully during the day. Nothing in the sky spoke a portent of doom, but the world was on the cusp of winter, and maybe that was enough, because November spawned a monster.
PS. Mini drabbles because I'm emotionally beating myself back into the writing game.