Trifecta’s big 99th challenge, 99 words exactly with one word from the displayed pages of the Oxford English Dictionary. Word choice: baby.
The sun, bright, without warmth, sliced a line across the tile. The bitter pill, familiar and well-worn. She grasped it gently, examined it from all angles, like a rare and terrible artifact. She sighed, her breath a thin reed, and brushed it off her shoulders deliberately, like a downy skiff of snow.
Her body moved, mechanically, through the fabric of the day. Corners of the mouth turn up here, foot moves in front of foot there, heart stutters on without pause.
The idea, the preposterous arrogance of an entitled life.
A baby. At her age. What a silly notion.