Mother's day

Copyright 2009 by Carl Garrett

“I know I owe you a great debt, Mother,” said Lewis, unmindful of the chaos around him. “Most parents would have left it at putting headphones on their belly and playing Mozart. Not you. Special drugs for advanced musculo-skeletal growth. Electrode implants to speed the development of the neural cortex. I am what I am today because of you. I hope you don't think me ungrateful.”

Mother smiled in reply.

Lewis blinked in the brightness of a new world, shivered in the sterile hospital chill. He gazed at the bloody, ravaged body that he had so recently torn his way out of. He smiled back at her, but for different reasons.