Short Fiction: Three Minutes

"A little line on a test window has total power over me. A positive or a negative. A baby or a failure." For anyone who has ever experienced infertility, Lillian Neal's story will hit home.

By Lillian Neal,

“Three minutes,” I say, struggling to keep the nerves from my voice as I start the timer. I use the mirror to gauge his reaction as I place my phone down beside the sink. His face looks pale, and his morning shadow is making him look tired. His grey eyes flick to mine in the reflection, both of us unable to move from the weight of what i…