Red

Double red lines were staring right back at her. Ada dropped her wrist watch on the sink and gently lowered herself unto the toilet seat. Her head felt fuzzy, she could not think.

Red is the color of love…red is the color of love….

This was all her brain kept singing to her. She couldn’t remember where she’d picked up that line from. Maybe she read it from a book. Maybe she heard it in a song. It really didn’t matter now as she was sure that wherever she had first come across the phrase it sounded nothing like it did now, in this mocking tone that just kept playing in her head like a broken record.
Ada let the strip slip through her fingers as reality gradually set in.
She was pregnant. She was pregnant after nine years. She was pregnant for an impotent husband.

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Her mind was a cacophony of emotions. She was vindicated at last but what sort of way was proving you weren’t barren by conceiving another man’s child? Several scenes flashed through her mind in milliseconds like a movie put on fast forward at the highest speed. It was meant to be a good movie with a happy ending but all she could see was a badly scripted movie being directed by a drunk with a poor sense of humor.
With her head still fuzzy, she groped for the toilet seat, lowering herself down to make sense of it all....

TO BE CONTINUED.