Apr 14, 2022
3 min read
Labour Pains
Fiction
Shrill ringing broke my heavenly slumber. I fumbled blindly for my phone while glancing at the time. 0300 calls mean one of two things: someone’s dead or a client is about to give birth.
It was Ange, Kerry’s patient. The baby is on the way!
I snapped on the bedside lamp and reorientated myself. My pulsating head; a chardonnay memento. My stomach heaved as my feet hit the cold…
