GIBBERISH OF A YOUNG BOY

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Young boy has difficult time with his immobility.

Submitted: August 30, 2012

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GIBBERISH OF A YOUNG BOY

 

The boy is playing with his cat. The cat has paws. The boy doesn’t have paws, he has hands, but he can’t move them. He’s immobile from the neck down. How’s he playing with his cat then, you ask. Simply, the cat’s jumping all over him, but he doesn’t feel it. The cat jumps on his face and scratches him. The boy turns his head and the cat jumps on the floor. The boy remembers, with mourning, pain in his hands. He yearns for the pain he had seven years ago, while he was washing windows. Now, the pain is gone. How old the boy is, you ask. He didn’t stop being a boy although he grew up. Mother is saying: Shiny, shiny, but he can’t see what’s so shiny. Maybe a ring on her hand, assuming she hasn’t sold it. Or, maybe, a new book his mother is reading. Mother is behind his head, he can’t see her. All that’s needed is someone to stop (he? mother?). He didn’t say that. It’s all rubbish now. Goddammit. Sensitive, homosexual rubbish. What in a God’s name? They’re killing him. Yeah, he’s basically writing all of my stories. And now, to read what he has written.


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