The Conspiracy by Mirrors

The morning sun was just above the horizon.  The sky was in a tinge of reddish orange when Amy started her stretching exercises before her jogging. Her hair was tied in a high pony tail and she was wearing a tight a sweat shirt which out-lined her curves perfectly. Far away she could hear the chirping of the little birds that were making their way for the daily food.

She put on the ear phones and let the i-pod play in shuffle. She started with a brisk sprint and then gradually got into rhythmic jogging. Various songs played into her ears one by one arranged without any definite choice. It started with drum thrashing and crisp guitar riffs of Three Days Grace and then floated into the melody of owl city and John Mayer. She hardly noticed where she was going. She was well versed with the route that she can make her way with her eyes closed.

As the time passed, she found herself hardly noticing the lyrics or even the song. She began to think about her little baby who was now sleeping with her father. She imagined her serene face and how she smiles in her sleep. She imagined the face of her husband. How innocent he looks while he sleeps with his protective arms around the girl. Even in sleep, he hardly lets his guard down. These images played into her mind as she jogged into the broadening day light. Gradually the roads were getting populated and snarls of traffic could be heard over the songs.

Can life be more perfect? Amy thought. She had everything in her life. A loving husband, a cute little girl, steady job and health. Automatically a smile rode upon her lips.

Suddenly the beautiful images diluted in a flash of darkness. And she found herself rolling into a void.

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Jerry was trying hard to start his car. It was stuck. His wife beside him was holding her round belly and grinding her teethes to stop her screams from escaping from her mouth. Sammy was going into her labor. Jerry and Sammy were about to have their first baby. But that damn car was not starting. He kicked the clutch in disgust to hurt himself only.

Jerry spared a glance to his pregnant wife. A thin layer of sweat glistened on her forehead. He touched her cheeks and smiled.

"Are you all right?" How stupid he sounded even to himself.

She spared a weak smile and held his arms. Jerry could feel her nails digging into his arm. But the pain was nothing in comparison to the pain Sammy was going through. He prayed to god and put his foot on the clutch. Only if the stupid car would start. The car started with a jolt. The couple sighed a breath of relief.

"We will be in the hospital in few minutes."

Jerry said this more to himself than to Sammy. Her pain was increasing. As he was driving the car through the almost deserted road he could not help but be scared. He was afraid what if something went wrong. He was unable to cast away the fears from his mind. He thought about the day when they got married. How beautiful she was looking. He considered himself the luckiest guy alive on earth.

Her screams brought Jerry back to road. Her fingers dug more deeply into his arms as he found himself driving at a speed of 100 kmph. This was his double than the normal speed.

"Will you listen to some songs?" Jerry asked.

Sammy nodded and smiled a little.

" Daughters by John Mayer!" I said as he adjusted the stereo by one hand, keeping my eyes glued on the road.

He pushed play and instantly his sweet voice filled the car. It was true, he wanted a daughter.

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