The Hatchling

I dreamed it, and now it’s mine...

The vile thing cries out from under the bed, demanding to be fed when I nurse Mikey. I try to ignore it, but I’m its mother, and I can’t.

I can’t! Lord knows I’ve tried.

Its garbled screeching affects me every bit as much as Mikey’s soft cries. I can’t deny it substance. So, I gather its scaly body to my breast, hot pain piercing my nipple as its teeth sink in, and it feeds, first on my milk, then my blood.

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It’s growing much faster than Mikey, barely two weeks old and already crawling. How long before it walks? How long before it climbs unaided into bed with me? How long before it can clamber up the side of Mikey’s crib?

Before I grow too weak from blood loss, I have to kill it.

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I have the knife in my hand. I can do this.

Freshly fed, stomach full of my milk and blood, it’s sleeping in its dark nest under my bed. Now is the time.

I hunker to my knees, raise the knife, and slowly lift the dust ruffle. The ugly, lumpy thing lies on its side facing me. Its long pink tail curled over its eyes tells me it is sleeping.

Mikey whimpers. I glance over my shoulder, lay a finger over my lips, “Shh," then turn back to my other son—

And see a dark blur of movement, angry red eyes, and a huge, suckered mouth full of needle teeth. Then pain—oh god, the pain—and darkness as those teeth close over my face. And rip.

©2021 KT Workman

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KT Workman

KT Workman grew up in the rural South without the benefit of cell phones or the Internet, a time and place that has heavily influenced her writing. To this day, when she puts pen to paper—or fingers to keyboard—nine times out of ten her mind veers south onto that old, familiar road. It goes home. KT resides in Arkansas where she writes a wide variety of gothic and speculative fiction, poetry, and dabbles in watercolor painting and amateur photography.

14 thoughts on “The Hatchling”

          1. Most everyone agrees they are entertaining. But some of the fine musicians with whom I hang find them bloody awful. But they love them that way, and complain when some are not as bloody awful as others. Bet yes a little blood letting should always be in the mix. Like totally sacrificial! If you know what I mean.

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  1. A lot of creepiness fit into a small story … the flow went really swiftly through the actions. I was rooting for her to get the job done with the knife, but the ending… oh man, that elevated the creepy factor!

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