Short fiction on the same topic

I cannot help my friend Victoria, who has nightmares about a child she aborted. The child appears on the windowsill above her bed at night when the moon shines clear, and looks down at her with eyes that are no color at all. The child does not cry or raise its arms to be picked up by mommy.

Victoria was raisedmodern, so she doesn’t believe in confession or exorcism or ghosts. She cannot explain the pain in her womb.