The Surrogate…

Afternoon fellow bloggers!!  Not sure where this story has come from and to be frank its a morbid affair.  I was reminded of a short story I read when I was doing my A levels which was gripping but heartbreaking at the same time and I’m pretty sure there is a bit of Margaret Atwood inspiration going on here also.  No specific theme for this; only the fact I’m practicing 100 word flash fiction at the minute (title excluded) hence the brevity of this.  Any feedback is surely welcome (onslaught ensue).

The Surrogate

“Pleasure doing business with you sir,” he said handing over the cheque as the midwife handed over the delivery.

“Please don’t,” the woman sobbed, “please don’t take my baby.”

“Now, now, my dear,” the consultant murmured under bated breath, “$20,000 is most generous for somebody of your circumstance.”

The new mother cuddled the gift she had longed for since she was four, a mere three years ago. As her father looked down lovingly at his daughter, new toy in tow; the midwife wiped clean her blood stained hands, cocked the gun and pulled the trigger on the biological birth mum.