Its tiny fingers poked out of the towel it was wrapped in; inside a cardboard box. Its face covered in dots of dry blood. It was a new resident of the world.  And the eyes were still yet to be opened. Someone left this young creature outside the main entrance of an 18 floor block of flats, with no note.  Who was it meant for?  I picked the box up and lo and behold! Written with black eyeliner, “Dear Good Samaritan, all I ask is that my baby be taken care of.”  It was signed, the lady hanging above you.”

 

Short story by Mirfy Manal

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