Monthly Microfiction - "Rosie"
Rosie “The baby’s already asleep. Thanks again for watching him last minute. I really need this shift,” said Ann as she rushed out. I sat on the couch, ready for an easy night with Netflix and a baby monitor. A small girl padded her way into the room. “I’m cold,” she said and coughed. “What’s your name?” I asked. Ann had only mentioned the baby. “Rosie.” “I’m Leticia. Come sit on the couch, Rosie.” Rosie climbed up and I hurried around the house collecting all the blankets I could find. Her cough worsened and no matter how many blankets I brought, she wouldn’t stop shivering. Finally, I climbed onto the couch and held her tight. I gasped at the iciness of her skin. As I held her, she grew warm, but my body began to grow cold. By the time Ann came home, I was the one freezing and coughing and Rosie was sleeping soundly. I met Ann in the kitchen and through chattering teeth told her how well behaved they both were and then led her back to the livi