"Considering the Girl, Hilda Dahlgren," Prose, Blackbird, Vol. 14 No. 2, Fall 2015

Right away Hilda was approached by the clinic for interest in her ripe, young eggs. “Five thousand a pop,” said the doctor, patting her squarely on the uterus. Hilda regarded the literature. She was the right age, the right temperament. “This is your first time, yes?” the doctor asked. Hilda nodded. Three questions followed regarding fertility and childbearing, to which Hilda answered yes, no, one... (read more)