Caviar Babies

Last month a story came to me in a dream so I began creating a rough draft. It’s not finished but I decided to share some of it here. Maybe I’ll finish it. Maybe it’ll stay in my sea of iOS Notes app notes, who knows… None the less, here it is.

Caviar Babies by Milan Noelle

Over the last 100 years in the land of Mememe, the majority of its population developed an auto immune condition that severely limited or diminished their ability to procreate. It was en vogue to buy beautiful babies from boutique adoption centers if they couldn’t have them on their own.

The ultimate status symbol became how many beautiful babies a family had. The bigger the family, the more wealth and power one had. Some families that could naturally procreate opted to adopt instead to be a part of the exclusive club. An insatiable thirst developed for collecting them as if they were prized baseball cards.

People loved it so much they didn’t ask many questions about how these beautiful babies came to be. But like many glamorous things, there resided a dark and sordid underbelly. Lower class women were lured by false promises of money for donating their wombs. Many others were donated by prisons for a fee or were taken against their will to birth facilities located in warehouses or basements underneath the posh boutique agencies. Once they crossed the threshold of the birth centers, they never returned home.