Mary Jane's and Pearls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Psycho Terror
This one is a stream of consciousness short piece that came to me yesterday. I hope you enjoy....

Submitted: June 24, 2016

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That little boy always used to make me quiver. He would stand there, holding his mama's hand like his life depended on it. Clutching to save himself from being dragged away....into what? We live in Ohio. But nothing really lives in Ohio. We all just exist; but this kid knew. He knew things that would come after my kids were bones. He knew the fate of the world.

Up until he got old enough to be in the first level class, my class, I only saw him in passing-clutching his mama's hand while they fetched his little brother. He was a quiet and kind boy. Very polite, smart and well behaved. He was two years ahead by the time his brother got to me. He was something different. Quiet like his brother but brooding. Sometimes fearful, sometimes angry. You kind of just had to wait and see how he would react.

He has only been around his parents, brother and pastor. He missed pre-school due to an illness so mine was the first classroom he'd ever been in. First time he was ever really around folks. He never stepped foot in the church with his family. Don't know why. Pastor visited him once a week. They told us he stayed away so we all won't catch his sick. I wonder if her ever was sick.

He was well enough to attend class but was always...unpredictable. He seemed to only calm down when he was clutching his mama's hand. I was so fixated on him that I failed to see her, you know really see her.

He told me the day of. He drew a picture of his backyard pool with him and his brother floating in the water. There was a creature, a demon of sorts, off to the side in the picture. It was positioned close to the house and it was dripping wet and smiling. We had just read Maurice Sendak's 'Where the Wild Things Are' so I thought it was his imagination coming out from the book. I didn't notice the shoes at first; or the pearls. His mama always wore Mary Jane shoes and pearls.


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