Collages by Guido Vermeulen around a short text by Ginger Mayerson, USA
She was expecting a baby.
“What are you having?” he wondered, watching the sunset.
“I think it’s going to be a star,” she said quietly, answering his thoughts.
He only smiled, caressing her head. She still looked like a girl—slim and lithe, her shoulders buried in a golden waterfall of hair.
Last time she gave birth to a wave. Emerald green—just like the color of her eyes—and it added music to the ocean.
“The ocean is silent on the inside and sounding on the outside,” she had said. “It needs music...” She had not known she was pregnant with the wave.
The complete text of this short story can be read on
http://wapshottpress.com/about-the-wapshott-press/fiction-journals/storylandia-issn-1947-5349/issue-6/
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