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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