Baby on Board
by Mea Cohen
Every morning when I wake up, it’s Baby on Board. As I wash my face and brush my teeth and sip my coffee, it’s Baby on Board. The news anchor speaks to me through the television screen. She says, back window, black letters, yellow diamond.
My boss says hello to me in the office, he says, didn’t you see the sign, it was fixed to the glass. The colleague in the cubicle next to mine chimes in, she says, yes, didn’t you see, in the bottom left corner, the back windshield, Baby on Board. I run reports on my computer, and they all produce the same outcome, metal scraping metal, spiderwebbed glass, one blinker blinking, Baby on Board.
In the gym, the radio blasts a pop song. The band sings, how could you, how could you crash your car, your car, into one with. I know these lyrics, I sing along, how could you, how could you crash, your car, crash your car into a car with, a Baby on Board.
Mea Cohen is a writer based in New York, NY. She received a BA from Marymount Manhattan College and an MFA from Stony Brook University. Her journalism has been published in Ladygunn and Milk XYZ. Her first short-short story was published in Passengers Journal this June. She can be found on Instagram @meacohen.