I love it when I write something fictional, and then find out it's true. Was it something I overheard, or read, or the Universe whispered in my ear?
I've posted a short story, "The Baby Slot," written before the law was passed in some states allowing a mother to relinquish her newborn at any hospital or, I think, church.
What prompts the story? "The Baby Slot," was seeded by three things:
- I was reading again and again about newborns found in dumpsters, on gas station bathroom floors, in front of churches and thought, "What if?"
- I had just been through the extended death of a friend's newborn son, and met an older man, a volunteer, who came to Children's Hospital and held the babies in the NICU.
- My father-in-law was in the early-middle stages of Dementia, and I was spending a lot of time with him.
Here's "The Baby Slot."