Thanks to Spineless Wonders for this beautiful video reading of my story.
This microfiction piece was published in the 2015 Spineless Wonders Anthology ‘Out of Place’
Evie lies on her back. The noise-cancelling headphones squeeze her skull. Her surging thoughts press from the inside. Everyone reminds her she has to sleep. The relaxation CD plays but the bewitching voice and tinkling new-age music heighten her frustration.
It isn’t the baby. She’s pretty good, doing what’s expected.
Everything is amplified. At night, through closed doors, she can still hear the dog breathing in the hallway. Drifting doof music competes with her heartbeat. A skateboarder sounds like a freight train on the footpath. Fruit bats arguing in the fig tree sound like pterodactyls.
He brings the baby in for a feed.
Afterwards father and daughter sleep again. Evie doesn’t.
The first train triggers the boom gate’s bells at 04.52 and every twenty minutes thereafter. It heralds the morning cacophony: wattlebirds choking, lorikeets shrieking, magpies gargling.
Every sound shoots an arrow of adrenaline through her body. Her vision is in pixels. Kaleidoscopic windmills twirl under her eyelids. Her chest may explode with her trapped breath.
Oh, to drop off that knife-edge into sleep.
She’s made a mistake.
The baby is hers, but she wants to give it back.
Or run away.
He won’t be happy either way.