Save me

Tick 35, tock 36, tick 37, tock 38, tick 39, tock 40 …
Is the alarm bell ringing yet? Almost. Faintly, faintly you can hear the cries of anguish, or regret – willing the future to bear gifts. Listen! There’s the sound of the unborn souls screaming to be released into the world shouting for their lives ‘Hurry up! Please, hurry up!’

Like Batman and Robin trapped in a flooding cell with the waters rising, she is desperate to escape. The levels of her oneness are increasing, getting higher and higher. In her control room, the fertility dial has started to drop. The warning lights are flashing and the pointer is indicating that time is running out. It’s now or never. Maybe she’ll drown. Maybe she’ll survive to fight another day. Maybe he’ll come and save her in the nick of time and the souls will be given the chance of life.

Save me. Save me.