All Dialogue Short Story

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It’s Not the Stork

“Mom, where do babies come from?”

“That’s a funny question. What makes you ask?”

“Well, when I was at Cheryl’s house last night, she’s got a big sister. I didn’t even know she had a big sister.”

“I didn’t either. I guess we don’t know much about them, yet. What about her big sister?”

“She’s a really big sister, Mom.”

“You mean fat? You know that’s not nice to pick on people because they’re fat. She may have a glandular problem like your Papa.”

“No, not that kind of fat. Cheryl said her sister, Nancy, is gonna have a baby. Like that kind of fat.”

“Oh. That’s nice.”

“Is it nice, Mom?”

“Of course, Hon, I remember how happy I was when I found out I was going to have you. I was thrilled.”

“But, Cheryl doesn’t seem thrilled. Even Nancy doesn’t seem thrilled. Cheryl whispers about the baby. And Nancy, she’s like tired. Really tired and grumpy. She sat on a couch in the basement with us all night, just eating popcorn and drinking diet Cokes. And she yelled and threw popcorn at us whenever we made too much noise because she couldn’t hear Teen Mom reruns.”

“Really? They let you watch Teen Mom? Are you kidding me? Trust me; you won’t be having sleepovers at Cheryl’s house anymore.”

“Mom, don’t change the subject. You always change the subject.”

“What was the subject, Pam?”

“Babies. Really. Where do babies come from, huh?”

“Well. Well, when a husband and a wife really love. . .”

“But that’s just it. Nancy doesn’t have a husband. She still lives with Cheryl’s mom and dad. She shares her old bedroom with Cheryl. That’s why we slept in the basement. To give Nancy privacy, Cheryl said. I think it was to give her room for her fat belly. She’s huge, Mom, huge.”

“Don’t exaggerate, Pam. You’re always exaggerating.”

“Then answer my question, pleeeease. Where do babies come from?”

“Well, when a man and women, alright, even if they are not married, love each other enough, decide they want a baby to share their life with, they get together and make a baby.”

“But, Mom, how?”

“Well, she, the women, and he, the man, each give something to make the baby.”

“What? What do they give?”

“Well, she gives an egg and he gives a sperm.”

“I knew it. I knew babies didn’t come from storks or any of that baby stuff people like to say.”

“Good. Now you know for sure.”

“What I want to know is how do the egg and the sperm get together?”

“God, I wish your father was home. He’s the scientist in the family.”

“But, you had a baby. You had me. You must know. How?”

“Well, if you really must know, God I can’t believe I’m telling you this, the sperm comes from the man’s penis and the egg is in the lady’s body, her vagina to be exact.”

“And so?”

“And so, the man lies on top of the lady and puts his penis in her body, and the egg and the sperm get together that way and make a baby.”

“Naked? Do you mean this happens naked?”

“Well, Pam, yes, it’s usually naked. Yes.”

“You mean that Daddy got naked on top of you and put his penis in your vagina and . . .? That’s gross. Gross. I never want to see either one of you again. Never. Ever.”
If you get writer’s block one day, try writing a short story that contains only dialogue between two or more people. Use no narrative, not even tags. It’s a challenge that will improve your dialogue skills, and it’s fun.