The Baby Isn't Dead
by Sheila Jecks
With no emotion, Heinrich Rosenberg looked at the tiny new life. His overalls were filthy, the front of his undershirt a menu of past meals. Intense blue eyes looked at the baby from under bushy eyebrows that were drawn up to a frown. Red spider web veins ran helter-skelter over a bulbous nose that dripped snot onto the tiny male infant.
Finally, he decided, he would do what he did before.