Jackie Morris

Labour for twelve hours, the push the grunt the tear the slither and after all that I gave birth to a cumulonimbus.   ‘Isn’t she beautiful?’ my husband said, soft-eyed. She lay in the transparent bassinet, gently soaking into the hospital blanket.    ‘Yes,’ I said, not sure.   ‘I’ll let you sleep.’ He moved […]

Jinny is painting a mural on the playroom wall, wearing big workmen’s dungarees to cover the baby bump.   ‘I’m too old for a playroom,’ Sophie says. Sophie is all legs and a sharp, pale face with an expression too knowing for its own good.   ‘It isn’t for you,’ Jinny says. ‘You should be