Baby shoes, resale (short)

They say it has a smell. A smell that makes you fall in love with it almost at first sight, touch, breath. Something. The scent here is far different. Piss, shit, sweat, tears and the smell of despair and pain. Those two have a stink to it as well, you see. I hold it for the first time. It's crying and covered in goo. I always found them ugly no matter what. This one is no exception. Even if it has my eyes. She begs me to let her have it. I won't. I cover his mouth and nose and feel its life dissipate. It thanks me. No one in the room objects except her. She tries to cry, but has no strength left. There's no place in this world for it. Those baby shoes will have to go on sale again. Never worn.

Not this time.