Author’s Note: A drabble based on Jane Yolen’s short story “Sister Death” from the Anthology Sisters of the Night.
I take the children; sometimes one by one or all at once. I take the ones suffocating in their bassinets and strangled by the umbilical cord in their mothers’ wombs. I take innocents who know death before they know life, into my arms like any mother, placing them in the care of Almighty God and his saints.
I think He’s a cruel bastard for allowing this, but I have no say in it. I have a job to do. I’m the Angel who delivers the young from the cradle to the grave. And it’s all I’ll ever be.