by Derek Andersen
I still remember the pounding of the rain, the howling of the wind, the white-hot flash of lightning that seared through the night as I breathed life into my creation. While my wife slumbered in the other room, I alone bore witness to the birth. A tear ran down my cheek as I crooned its name, those two honey-soaked syllables: Ella. It wasn’t until later that I realized my spawn was a bastard, an abomination. A plague upon humanity.