I couldn't hurt my own child. I'm not that sort of person. Really.
The baby has colic. Such a little word. No one tells you what it means. It means he can’t digest his milk. It means he screams for hours and hours, and you can pat him and stroke him and soothe him and give him medicines at extortionate prices, and none of it makes any difference.
- and many more stories, some with a lighter tone - The Finger is a bit of fun for ten year olds, perhaps? If you're pressed for time, the try the Sting - 600 hundred words of flash fiction, but you have to stay with it till the end, or if you want a bit of good Victorian Horror, then try Steady Hands.
I hope you enjoy my writing, but will be just as pleased to hear from you if you don't... like the mum in Child Abuse will tell you, you've got to take the medicine, or else you don't get better.