Status: in progress.
Obscurity
Report 1.
Why are you crying?
I cup her chin into my hands. It’s strange. I’ve never seen this woman cry. It’s weird. Mothers are not supposed to cry. Not in front of their children.
What a silly woman. Silly woman. Silly, silly, silly, woman. A silly woman, she is.
“H-honey, y-you need help.”
The silly woman hiccups, she is still crying.
“I-I…I… called the doctors.”
“Time is ticking away. Tick. Tock. Tick.”
I remember that song. I can hear it play in my head.
The silly woman looks at me. I never noticed her eyes were that big. What a silly woman. Silly, silly, silly woman.
“A-are you alright, dear?”
This silly woman is crying, and she cannot look me in the eye. I laugh.
“Tick.”
“I-it’s okay, your appointment is soon.”
“That’s silly. Woman. Because silly woman. Yes, it’s because of time.”
Her face wrinkles. Crumples. Like paper. Paper before I throw it in the bin.
Bin. Throw. Tick. Tock.
“Time is ticking away.”
“Ho-honey, calm down.”
Mother slowly walks away. Silly woman.
“You’re… un-unwell. You need to-to rest.”
“Tick tock.”
I make my way towards her. One step forward, one step back. Silly woman.
Why is she running away from me? I laugh. I take another step forward. She takes another step back. This silly woman is indeed silly.
“S-stop, dear. We have to go now.”
“You say it because green tears will not run far in pyramid skanks.”
“Yes, yes. Dr. Meyable is w-waiting for you dear. We have to go now, or we’ll… we’ll be late.”
“Yes, yes. I want a garbage wear, yes yes.”
The silly woman looks at me as if I’m crazy. What is her problem?
“Y-you want to wear garbage to your appointment?”
I laugh. This woman is indeed silly. I twist my fingers. She tries to hide it. But I see it. She grimaces. I can only laugh harder.
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I don’t like white walls. I don’t like this place because it has white walls. White walls, white walls, white walls.
“Hi. We’re here for Dr. Meyable…”
Mother smiles and the woman sitting behind a counter looks up. She stares at me. I stare back. Counter woman is looks tired. Counter woman looks bored.
“Yes, Ms…”
Counter woman checks her papers.
“Ah, Ms. Faulkner. Appointment at twelve?”
I see the silly woman nod. A little shakily, at that. She needs help. Shall I help her move her head? I should, I should. That, I should.
Why are you screaming?
I cup her chin into my hands. It’s strange. I’ve never seen this woman cry. It’s weird. Mothers are not supposed to cry. Not in front of their children.
What a silly woman. Silly woman. Silly, silly, silly, woman. A silly woman, she is.
“H-honey, y-you need help.”
The silly woman hiccups, she is still crying.
“I-I…I… called the doctors.”
“Time is ticking away. Tick. Tock. Tick.”
I remember that song. I can hear it play in my head.
The silly woman looks at me. I never noticed her eyes were that big. What a silly woman. Silly, silly, silly woman.
“A-are you alright, dear?”
This silly woman is crying, and she cannot look me in the eye. I laugh.
“Tick.”
“I-it’s okay, your appointment is soon.”
“That’s silly. Woman. Because silly woman. Yes, it’s because of time.”
Her face wrinkles. Crumples. Like paper. Paper before I throw it in the bin.
Bin. Throw. Tick. Tock.
“Time is ticking away.”
“Ho-honey, calm down.”
Mother slowly walks away. Silly woman.
“You’re… un-unwell. You need to-to rest.”
“Tick tock.”
I make my way towards her. One step forward, one step back. Silly woman.
Why is she running away from me? I laugh. I take another step forward. She takes another step back. This silly woman is indeed silly.
“S-stop, dear. We have to go now.”
“You say it because green tears will not run far in pyramid skanks.”
“Yes, yes. Dr. Meyable is w-waiting for you dear. We have to go now, or we’ll… we’ll be late.”
“Yes, yes. I want a garbage wear, yes yes.”
The silly woman looks at me as if I’m crazy. What is her problem?
“Y-you want to wear garbage to your appointment?”
I laugh. This woman is indeed silly. I twist my fingers. She tries to hide it. But I see it. She grimaces. I can only laugh harder.
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I don’t like white walls. I don’t like this place because it has white walls. White walls, white walls, white walls.
“Hi. We’re here for Dr. Meyable…”
Mother smiles and the woman sitting behind a counter looks up. She stares at me. I stare back. Counter woman is looks tired. Counter woman looks bored.
“Yes, Ms…”
Counter woman checks her papers.
“Ah, Ms. Faulkner. Appointment at twelve?”
I see the silly woman nod. A little shakily, at that. She needs help. Shall I help her move her head? I should, I should. That, I should.
Why are you screaming?
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