The Horrible Task

By P.S. Gifford

Jo, with a dazed and manic look in here eyes, held Julian firmly on the bed, which she had covered in a rubber sheet.

“I will show you,” she screamed in frustration with tears filling her eyes. Exhaustion was now clearly evident in her every gesture.

Julian simply looked at her with a confused look on his face. He attempted to wiggle his way from her grasp. Yet Jo was determined, this time he was not going to get the better of her. This time she was going to quickly finish this.

She attempted to hold him down still as she set about her ghastly task.

“God” I hate this.  She thought to herself.  This is absolutely horrid. I cannot believe that I am actually doing this… But it simply needs to be done, Julian after all ‘deserves it.’

Jo wanted to vomit. But somehow she managed to fight the urge and steadfastly continued on with her task, almost as if in a possessed state. The odor was increasingly foul, but she unflinchingly persevered.

As she struggled a single trail of sweat made its way down her forehead.

Julian screamed. Tears filled his eyes.  He began squirming and frantically struggling. He wiggled and contorted his body in every conceivable position. Then he screamed again.  Yet Jo did not stop, she did not even pause for the briefest of moments. even  Her mood was resolute and soon, she clearly understood it would be soon thankfully over and she will be able to finally rest.

That is until the next time. There’s always a next time.

With that thought of at long last getting some sleep motivating her onward, she at last removed the full disposable diaper from her three month old son. Satisfied she promptly secured it in the nurseries diaper bin. Next, as she studied his perfectly formed little body contentedly, she set about cleansing him.

It was at that very moment that Julian’s chubby baby face transformed into an enormous cheeky grin and he began to giggle uncontrollably. Jo ,as exhausted as she was, was also more content than she had ever known could not resist in giggling along with him.

“Oh the joys of parenthood!”  she whispered out loud.

P.S. Gifford

P.S. Gifford is a published horror author of great talent. He started submitting stories around 2005. His short stories are by far some of the best and most entertaining that I have read. Around that time he was invited to write columns which are titled "Paperback Writer."

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