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Against all Odds

Against all Odds

This is a flash fiction based on an exercise in writing group where we wrote stories based on song titles.  I chose a song I actually don’t like very much, just because I think the title transfers over to creating a story well!

Just a word of warning, the story contains content that some people may find distressing.


Against all Odds

Early menopause. The words had echoed in her head every day since they’d been said. She’d been 32 years old. They’d been trying for a baby for six long unsuccessful years. Early menopause were the words that shattered the last of her splintered spirit. She gave up then. Curled under the blankets naked and shivering she had nothing left in her to produce tears. He couldn’t let it go. There were still options. They could still try. He stroked her hair trying to reach her but she was gone. Robotically she began injecting herself daily. They were still trying. The injections made her sick. Every morning kneeling on the bathroom floor. For years she had longed to be sick every morning. It worked. The doctor’s smile was wide when he told them. It worked. Two months later the same doctor held her hand after the miscarriage. He was so sorry. There are still options. You can still try. She gave up hope. There are still options. We can still try. Her husband’s hand felt strong in hers. Tears were streaming from her tired eyes. The doctor said it was a boy and placed her slick crying baby on her chest. It worked. She was 34 years old. They’d been trying for a baby for eight long years but it worked. It worked.

Copyright D M Day, 2017


GloPoWriMo: Day 21

GloPoWriMo: Day 21

The Day 21 prompt was to write a poem that incorporates overheard speech. It could be something I’d heard on the radio, or a phrase I remember from childhood, even something I overheard a coworker say!  The poem should use the overheard speech as a springboard from which to launch the poem.  The poem could comment directly on the overheard phrase or simply use it as illustration or tone-setting material.  I have written a poem about a conversation I heard staff having about me in a hospital, that I probably wasn’t supposed to hear, but there wasn’t much chance of me not hearing it…  Information about developmental hip dysplasia and the consequences of it being diagnosed in adulthood can be found here.


There’s hardly any bone left
The radiographer said
As she stared at the x-ray
Glowing on the screen
No wonder she’s in pain

It’s a wonder she can walk at all
The nurse replied, holding a pen
A black plastic cigarette
Between her lips

Later the doctor told me
It was psychosomatic
And tried to force me to take pills
That would make me forget

One day not long after
I would be sat down and told
They were really very sorry
But it was too late
Nothing could be done now

There’s hardly any bone left
It’s a wonder she can walk at all

Copyright, D M Day, 2017