Ultrasound

I have a small office It looks out onto a store I saw a young couple arguing in a roar I watch concerned for her safety not knowing them, I’ve seen the worst he was crouched inside his car she had him cornered and cowed she reached into his window to hand him some sort of paper then he raised up the window catching her small arm in the door by the time he freed her she was beset and beside herself in frustration she tore the paper to bits and threw it to the ground after they departed I ventured out to see what could be found perhaps to understand the commotion maybe some logic behind the row and there in the bits and pieces I picked up the shapes of ripped paper a jigsaw puzzle of jagged sorrow the torn image of a life-force an unwanted baby that will know no morrow

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70 / M / American

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