By: Kikoughela
"Look mommy, if you poke it, it twitches! It's alive!"
"Leave it alone, sweetie. Rigor mortis just hasn't set in yet, that's all."
"But I want to take it home with me! It can be my pet."
"Honey, the maids won't clean your room anymore if there are hunks of rotted flesh dripping from your new 'pet'. Leave its skin alone; see how the flesh sinks in and stays that way? The blood has congealed, and now it will turn yucky colors."
"Ok, mommy. I don't like colors, especially if they're yucky."
* One eye creaks open, bloodshot: red-rimmed and heavily veined.. *
"Come back and play with me some more, little kiddie. You like waxy flesh; it's moldable like play-dough. You can stand me up in a corner and remove the pieces that are most pliable."
* Child hears the corpse's proposal while being led away by mommy dearest. *
"Mommy, it's talking to me."
"Do we have to go back on the sedation pills again, darling?"
"Mommy, do you love me?"
"Darling child, why would you ever think otherwise?"
"Because last time I was on the little purple pills you forgot me in a dark room and I was scared."
"Oh sweetie, I didn't forget you, I left you in there on purpose."
* Child sees corpse wink from a distance. *
"Mommy!!"
Copyright: Kikoughela 2003. Do not reproduce without permission.