Couldn’t Be Happier
Word Count: 819
Prompt: “I have no idea how this happened, but I’m not complaining.”
Your hands have touched the strangest things and committed the worst acts. They have held powerful amulets, turned the pages of ancient books, and been splattered with monster fluids; they have beheaded once human creatures, cast intricate spells, and painted bloody sigils. They are calloused and sinewy from a lifetime of firing guns and swinging machetes, and they have helped you survive everything you’ve faced, but now there’s been a change. Instead of disposing the putrid remains of a monster or the maimed body of a person, your hands hold something clean and soft, something untainted and innocent: a day-old baby girl.