Rejected

First kick.

“I will make it out of this place one day.’

He opened his eyes with blazing hopes only to gaze into whiteness and blurred edges that gave no clue of where he was, but he knew where he would be. An unseen place that he already knew about, almost as if it was instilled into him when his father’s sperm invaded the crowned egg of his mother.

He noticed how quickly he was moving ahead in time. He could now move his arms and legs and could open his mouth to drink the sips of water all around him.

"A day or a week or a month, but it’ll happen," he told himself. He knew he would land one day, on the sea shore, run through the carpeted grass tickling his feet, look up to see the misty sky stretching into infinity above him, taste the juicy fruits dangling through their stalks attached to tree branches, dance as the wind hits the blooming flowers making them move rhythmically and smell their vibrant fragrance.

Walk with bare feet

on dry land

see how the blue sky

with the mountains blend.

Yes hope it was, coming from the blood that circulated through him. Blood that belonged to two people, who’d be dying to welcome him into the aesthetical new world. Acquaintances would arrive to watch him smile, as he lay in the comforts of a cozy abode, dressed up in colors of happiness full of glittery shine.

……

First kick.

“God no! He is alive.”

In another world, on another land, she opened her hopeless eyes into the whiteness and blurred edges of her unclear vision. Nurses and doctors hurried and injected her opioids.

"Relax, It’s just your assumption," explained the doctor.

"Is he still there? Inside of me? ALIVE?"

“Not anymore. We have been successful.”

She gasped and closed her eyes, while there in her womb, he lay dead, rejected by life.