“I know. I know.”
The two finished breakfast and discussed what to have for dinner that night. Claire helped Dahlia clean the dishes and excused herself as she headed for the bathroom.
Sharp pains jabbed at Claire’s stomach while she washed her hands. She hurried and sat on the toilet.
Gas rumbled out of her, echoing off the sides of the porcelain bowl. She leaned back and relaxed, felling immediate relief.
A stabbing pain hit her abdomen forcing her to buckle forward. She realized this was more than a simple gas pain and feared for the welfare of her unborn child.
Before Claire could call for Dahlia, it happened again. Her insides felt as if it were about to explode from between her legs. Digging her fingers underneath the toilet seat, she watched between her spread thighs as something inside started to move.
A head started to crown out of her vaginal opening. No, it wasn't a head. This was . . . something else.
It pushed out and splashed toilet water on her bottom. A medium sized egg floated in the water.
With the foreign object out of her, Claire felt well enough to lift herself off the toilet, and sat on the floor.
She had no idea what was going on and didn't begin to know how to explain this to Dahlia, much less a doctor in an emergency room. They would think her insane.
Pecking noises came from inside the egg. The small face of a tiny albino alligator broke through the shell. Claire watched amazed, and questioned her own sanity.
The reptile breached itself from the shell and floated in the toilet, looking up at Claire like a grinning log with nothing but evil and malcontent on its mind.
She reached up and pulled the toilet handle down, evacuating the tank and flooding the bowl. The tiny creature tumbled around as the whirling pool of water sent it down the refuse plumbing, and directly into Lake Maurepas. The house was old. The plumbing had never been connected to a modern sewer system.
Lucifer returned into the world and pushed itself along the waters with its tail. He fed upon small frogs and insects as he lazily made his way toward Black Swamp.
The Swamp Witch and the host of wandering souls eagerly awaited his arrival.
The End
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