Missing

by Ashliegh Gehl

Under the white duvet, her hands wash over her womb. Awake, she bathes in the silence of morning. The sun has yet to rise. Song birds warm up their icy voices. The wind kicks up its heels, and drops of acid rain kiss the dust- stained window. Wind chimes dance to their own humble tune. Thigh high fishnet stockings and a short black dress weave around the empty bottles of German Riesling cluttering the hard wood floor. Come morning, she is alone. The stains on her furrowed crimson sheets fade into memory.

Inside of her, the unborn dies.

Born into a family of Ford Motor Company workers, Ashliegh Gehl defied tradition and moved to Thunder Bay, Ontario to fulfill her academic desires. The world buzzing outside of her bedroom window inspires her write. Contact Ashliegh.