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Subject: {ASSM} FROM Txm6:  The Fuck Lottery
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Also From TxM6 Hyperfiction
http://www.txm6.com (updated 10/03/00)
http://www.txm6.com/enfer (updated 10/04/00)
http://www.txm6.com/lcfallon (UPDATED 10/04/00
http://www.farragher.com  (Poetry updated 10/04/00)

TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only.
Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher.

0943Xjhw0314XLaurie.htm
Amazing Grace: February 2, 1993

"Amazing Grace," Angela sang. "How sweet the sound, 
that saved a wretch like me."

"Henry," Angela said, "no protection, right? 

Turning to Aaron and smiling, Angela said. "You guys 
will have to take your chances."

"What a fucken lottery."

"Angela stuck her tongue out at Henry. Twirling out of 
the room like a dancer, Angela reached the edge of the 
room. There the lights faded. At that moment Angela 
remembered her own beautiful birth. Having forgotten, 
She danced slowly around the corner carrying another 
child. No one, she thought, would forget her now.

Village was lit. Zippo's work fast, I gave the order. 
Women, children, old men gather in the circle 
ironically protected by fire. In the nucleus, I 
screamed, as he left the room. A woman, no really a 
girl, about fifteen, in labor, held by her sister. Her 
mother and our medic guided the infant free, as the 
dead joined another circle, down the ravine. 

I watched life not death. I let go. No command. No 
danger. I watched the steely infant body lift up and 
another medic Jimmy G cut the cord. Blasting arms 
inward, the infant trembled. Brave, I laughed to 
myself.

Are we all so lost?

Who is the father? How long can he live?

The infant cried. Who am I to want children or dying? 

I did love to kill once. Keeping his composure, I 
stepped up, challenged terror and demons, those blind 
walkabouts that brought him back to Nam. Could I 
murder Laurie? Did I?

No, it was Abel. He split. Mitosis. What is violence, 
I asked again, as Angela startled by Henry's ambiguous 
response turned around, and asked.

Soon would be pregnant, Angela smiled, certain of the 
spirit she held; she was simply, stunning, 
luminescent, marvelous textures in breasts.

"Would you like to share another child that was not
an accident?"

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