Taryn is knitting in penitence. She’s making purple baby mittens. Purple, like Lent. Penitence.
It wasn’t supposed to happen in the first place. But then there it was, inside of her, despite all her precautions. She panicked. She went to the clinic and ended it (killed it) right away, before it grew into something human, something she could love.
She feared that she already loved it. Which is ridiculous. How could anyone love a practically formless parasite? And what was she supposed to do, anyway? Keep it? Support it with her entry-level job? She had been the oldest one in the clinic. People stared (glared) at her. A woman of her age was supposed to be more responsible.
Taryn feels the weight of that responsibility every day. It has settled like a stone in her belly. So she is knitting a pair of baby mittens, for what had never been.
Might have karaoked until 2 a.m. last night at Hamburger Mary's. Oops. I rocked Total Eclipse of the Heart, though. So that was awesome.
Just a friendly reminder to check out PTKY's tumblr.