by Lori R. Lopez

“I created you.  I’m sorry.  It was a terrible mistake.”

I couldn’t understand why Mother seemed so unhappy.  And frightened.  My chains shifted, clanking as I sought to comfort her.  She loomed beyond my reach.  I needed to soothe her and strained wildly.  But then she raised a long barrel and pointed the gun at me.  Her progeny!  Clawed appendages thrashed fiercely.  My whip-snout whipped past, farther than ever, strangling her.

Mother.  She sagged to the floor.  Mother?  I couldn’t embrace her properly.  My nose unwound and retracted from her neck.

Iron links snapped as I rampaged.  Hurting.  Mourning.

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