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Three Years Old

April

His bedroom light is on every night when he goes to sleep. His room is a harsh yellow. The light bulb works against the colour.
Tommy's bedroom window is large and it makes up for it.

He woke up and felt the tears, felt his red face, felt the screams that no longer ripped at his throat.
He sat on his knees on his bed, his blankets a mess. His pillow on the floor.
His eyes are on Momma.
She stood, staring into the sea-green circle mirror on the wall, her curls a mess that said slept on.
She was applying red lipstick, perfect and puckered.
She wore a black t-shirt. She licked her teeth and she was more hideous than his dream.
She turned to look at him and smiled.
"That was a bad one, hey Tom-Tom?" she asks. "I just can do nothing for you when you are screaming like that. So here I am getting all pretty waiting for you to wake-up."
She reached out for him and pushed him gently back on to the bed.
She grabbed his pillow from the floor and lifted his head to put the pillow beneath him.
The blanket made a push of cool air as it covered him.



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AJ in Nashville said…
Hmmm...Methinks Momma is a bad person...
Tuesday, 27 July 2004 at 10:17:00 GMT-4
AJ in Nashville said…
Hmmm...Maybe bad is too strong a word, but she always seems to be more concerned about herself than Tommy and Sissy.

Indifferent? Shallow maybe?

Just my impression. Am I wrong?
Tuesday, 27 July 2004 at 11:34:00 GMT-4
Phoesable said…
wow, Q. this is really creepy.
Tuesday, 27 July 2004 at 12:00:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
Hi Mama, it is nice to see you again.

Q
Wednesday, 28 July 2004 at 22:37:00 GMT-4
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