I had the dream again.
When was the last time I saw him, and did he bring my son? My son they thought I’d drowned, but didn’t.
Then it was tomorrow, then yesterday, then now, but the fog was so thick I could barely find the daylight. I made my way to the window, to place myself in Place, if I could not pin myself to time. Bedsheet around my neck.
I touched the glass, but didn’t feel it. On the other side, a hornet crawled my palm. My hand, that held the baby down.
That clever wasp was free.
Hello Fictioneers! It’s been awhile. I couldn’t resist some dark madness on this wintry morning when I saw this shot of an abandoned New Jersey mental hospital. If you’re familiar with the movie The Others, you’ll probably get where I was going with this. If you’re not familiar with it, you’ll probably think I’m mad. And you may be right 😉
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