300 short stories: story 253

story: “Wild Milk”

author: Sabrina Orah Mark

year: 2014

where: Abu Dhabi, last day of Eid holiday

note: From Tin House

a line: “In the hallway, I pass a mother covered in daughters. I count approximately five. I hold up my bundled son, like a form of identification. Like he will provide me safe passage across the border. “No daughters?” she asks. “No,” I say. “No daughters.” “How come?” she asks. She seems to be blaming me, unfairly.”

theme(s): Motherhood, surrealism, letting go


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