A Question Worth Asking
Today would be different, but she didn’t know that. In fact, she would never know that. Her part in the story would be over almost before it started.
She went home the way she always did. She was tired from a day spent finding supplies for herself and her baby snuggled in a pouch, pressed against her chest safe and warm. All the supplies were fresh healthy food, fresh berries, fresh leafy vegetables, all to give her baby the best start in life.
As she crossed the road, headlights shone in the distance and she quickened her pace in the twilight between day and night.
She wasn’t fast enough. As the car collided with her body she instinctively turned to take the full impact and protect the baby pressed to her chest. The car didn’t stop and as the roar of the engine faded in the distance she curled forward for one last embrace of her child before the breath left her.
It wasn’t the last set of headlights to pass her and keep on driving.
A few hours later, another car drove along that road and saw her body, lying motionless almost in the center of the road. The driver slowed and then saw the baby.
The baby had managed to squirm out of the pouch and was using his barely formed limbs to drag himself across the bitumen. Despite the winter cool, the bitumen baked in the sun and it was…
