Where babies come from

I love this description of “where babies come from,” courtesy of Montreal author Heather O’Neill in her short story of the same name in her larger anthology Daydreams of Angels. Read this woman’s work if you have the chance — it is pure magic.

Back when I was a girl, babies were washed up from the ocean when the tide went out. You would see their little bottoms peeking up from out of the sand, and if you dug them up quickly, they would be yours to keep. You had to wake up and get to the beach very, very early if you wanted a baby, because there were always loads of girls at the seashore looking for them. . . .  Once the sun went down and the tide came back in, the babies were loosened from the sand and were swept back out to sea. Then it was pretty much all over and you had to go home empty-handed.

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