The Emerald Emergent by Cheryl Rebello
A woman suffers a deeply troubling recurring pregnancy. Image generated with OpenAI She had already delivered twice in the month of May. To her dismay, in another two weeks, she was due to give birth again. The first time it had happened, she had been alone in her room in her father's ancestral bungalow, the one she had long called home. Unable to coax sleep, she brewed herself a cup of chamomile tea in an electric hot water kettle, which she kept by her bedside, and poured it into a clear cup. This was a nightly ritual she swore by for a deep sleep. Before the beverage could touch her lips, however, she felt an intense pain in her lower abdomen. In agony, she dropped her teacup, which broke into a constellation of glass fragments. Avoiding the golden liquid and the broken glass, she crawled into another corner of her bedroom. Before she had time to wrap her head around what was happening, she felt something pass through her vaginal canal and into her needlessly flora