So what if I am.
She didn't like considering the possibilities of pregnancy. It was a surreal state of being reserved for women in their middle twenties to early thirties (she was twenty-three, but this didn't matter). It was for the adult world, which she was separate from and had always been separate from. It seemed like schools and television went out of their way to extend youth, so why couldn't biology as well?
I could get an abortion.
She sat on the side of the bathtub and stared at her fingertips while she waited. The test was balanced on the edge of the sink. Just a little piece of plastic with a damp, now yellow-tinged stub jutting out of one end, harmless-looking and generic. She'd never been afraid of anything else so much in her life, except for maybe talking to her parents. She was pretty scared of that too. The clock on the bathroom wall ticked methodically every secon