The Session

Every Day Fiction/April 2022

Miriam entered my minimalistic office, small and hunched. Her blue and white habit, that of Mother Theresa’s Sisters of Charity, complimented the harmonious greens I chose for my walls. Instead of dark skin, hers was translucent, glass-like, her hair and eyelashes white. If I squinted, I felt I could see right through her to the back wall.

“It all started so long ago,” she said almost immediately, her small hands clasped in her lap.

“What?” I asked.

“When I found out I was pregnant. In that very unusual way.” She touched her sleeve, avoided my steady gaze…..