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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 98
HELLO, MY NAME IS BILL
Against the cold wooden floor, labor pains wracked Emily’s back. One after another they came, each harder than the last. She closed her eyes to shut out onlookers’ stares but couldn’t block out their voices.
“Helluva place to have a kid.”
“Pour me another, Fayette.”
“Whaddya think, Gramps? Boy or girl?”
“Quarter says ‘boy.’”
“Pay them no mind, Emily,” said Mama. “Push!”
Over the din of cheers and clinking glasses William Griffith Wilson made his howling presence known.
“Born behind Grandpa’s bar,” whispered Emily as she cuddled her newborn. “Don’t suppose it’s some kind of omen, do you?”