A little late for last week but the story has been floating in my head so might as well give it a home. A little dark and disturbing, so consider yourself warned.
photo credit @Mixed Bag
“Make yourself comfortable,” the doctor says.
I lie down on the overstuffed couch, listening to her soothing voice and the tick-tock of the pendulum clock on the wall. As she speaks, the years of my life pass like a film in reverse.
“How old are you?” the doctor asks?
“And, where are you?”
“At the carnival. Mommy took me and Charlotte because Daddy was mad.”
“What do you see?”
I smile. “The merry-go-round. I climb into the Viking ship and wave at mommy. The music starts and I am going around and around and up and down. Mommy is laughing and waving.
I frown. “She is in the carriage.”
“What happens next.”
“I yell ‘Mommy, watch me!’ But she is looking at Charlotte, laughing.
“Continue Michael, what happens next?”
“I don’t want to.”
“But you must.”
“Mommy is screaming, Charlotte is not moving; her face is blue and I am crying.”
“Why are you crying Michael?”
“Because mommy loves Charlotte more than me. “
“Michael, what happened to Charlotte?”
I killed her you bitch, what do you think happened.
I open my eyes and smile.
“Michael is gone. It’s just me now.”
Sunday Photo Fiction April 9, 2017