Wednesday, May 06, 2015
Tuck Me In
I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”
Here are my two sentence "stories."
1. I see the happy hobo, a dingy Santa Claus, swing his sack from his shoulder, maybe expecting a sale instead of a hand out. I smile back into his childish face before looking into the sack of eyes that look back at my frozen face.
2. I jerked awake on the couch, slapping my area for the TV remote to quiet the blaring volume. The sound suddenly lowered, enough for me to hear the tap and see the hand holding the remote outside the window.
3. I steadied my right hand with my left as I brushed detail enamel onto my dummy's mobile eyes. The eyes turned into slot-pull blurs and crashed to a stop on two graphic death heads.