MW - Death's ChildrenTis a drabble, and that title is far too intense for its quality, but it seemed marginally better than calling it "Michael's Babies" that was pretty tempting, though xDMW - Death's Children in Short Stories More Like This
Indent, please, for the love of your eyes!
Hong Kong, 1962
He rose up from the warm, wet concrete. At his feet squealed a young dog, pallid in colour save for her swollen, blackened teats. He wondered how many pups were curled dying within her as she breathed her last. The cab driver who had hit her stopped briefly enough to acknowledge her, then drove on. There were more than enough mongrel dogs on the streets to replace both her and her unborn litter.
He waited patiently for the dog's yelps to subside to whimpers, and then, mercifully, her breath gave out. He stepped around her, crossing the street, fascinated by the way the muggy air carried the luminous orange of the streetlights. The glow appeared to be captured and diffused by the moisture, in much the same way the coloured lights