Flash Fiction: Trauma turns into a Sin

By: Josefina P. Gatacelo and Juliana Francheska P. Gonzales

I was driving in silence on the way to our home town, when my son speak and said that he need to use a comfort room. I drive faster, suddenly my son shout and cry while saying "mom, slow down. I'm afraid" I stop my car aside the street and suddenly I cried and say " im sorry, i don't want to abort you, i was too young that time, I hope your soul was in peace right now". Then after that the car field in silence, While im crying in mess i felt a hug, a cold one. My teenage memories flash back thru my mind, i was traumatized and depressed. I abort my son because i got raped when i was 15.