That wild hair was pitch black underwater, as were her eyes, since blue light did not reflect back their true glory. Leela had to avoid staring into those eyes, there was no warmth to be found there, only the reflection of all the pain and death they witnessed. #AmEditing pic.twitter.com/XF7QcJumDQ
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) April 17, 2021
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“Danger,” the midwife said.
Essa looked up and quickly came to the same realisation. Predators were sure to follow the trail of blood to the source, and their hunger would not be easily satiated. Without their help, the newborn would be the third casualty of the day.#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/Ke4Xmx0P8v
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) March 21, 2021
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The infant’s eyes were wide, and panicked, but the most telling detail was the lack of slits along its neck. She grabbed a nearby seashell, and ran the sharp edge over the flawless skin. The blood marred her vision, but confirmed the worst, a child born without gills.#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/dYJz4NaBki
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) February 3, 2021
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Leela squeezed Essa’s hand for comfort, while a viscous cloud of yellow fluid spread out from between her legs. The midwife took a large piece of kelp and fanned the worst of it away. Despite her best efforts, a school of fish rushed in to feast on nutrient rich fluid.#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/McmanYCrDV
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) February 3, 2021
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With her daughter, Lilly, Death had come for her while giving birth to her second child. Her grandchild, Lara, had given birth to five at once, but only Leela pulled through. It was no surprise that Essa had no desire to see her family line come to a bitter end.#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/u0uMIchvoH
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) February 3, 2021
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Leela was dead either way, but leaving her behind would mean greeting Death cold and alone. Essa could not help but feel guilty over the idea of abandoning Leela, but without their help, this newborn child would end up as the third death of the day. #AmEditing #WritingCommunity pic.twitter.com/0ZAFgPbuK1
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) January 5, 2021
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“Twelve hours,” Essa replied, the family’s matron answered.
Leela had no concept of hours, a measurement of time employed by her ancestors before the water overtook these lands. As another contraction built up, she tried to focus on her great-grandmother’s warm smile.#AmEditing pic.twitter.com/2udPkIooZ0
— Evelyn Chartres (@EvelynChartres) January 5, 2021
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