It's A Boy

Jack Silver's life was snatched from him before his hands were grasping his rattle. A typical birth at a typical hospital, his parents nearly drooled over the images already formed in their minds as they drove him home. It was not just his progenitors. This was planned far before his birth by all those who would know him. They fed upon his marrow when his bones were still soft and his flesh was tender, gnawing at him and suckling out the juices. Just as they all knew they had been fed upon as infants. All the while, they would regurgitate onto him like flies, each expulsion making it all the easier to digest. Until there was nothing left but another one of them.

"We've named him Jack."
"He shall be a lovely boy."
"A handsome lad."
"A good man."
"A butcher, like his father."
"Oh... To be young again."
"A model Christian."
"How good to watch him grow."

As he grew older and became all of these things they had thrust onto him, he, too, felt the vast hunger consuming him. He spent nine long months watching over his Rachel, anticipating his young. All of those he knew, withered and starving for sustinence salivated as they waited to suckle upon that tender flesh.