Bedtime story

If only he hadn’t dropped the note … John Sevefaro; a respected man and a brain cancer charity founder is not what he seems. John , who is married to Katy Witherspoon, is the owner of the new science laboratory in town. They had three children together; Mary, Joseph and Noah in close ages from seven to ten. Ten and a half as Noah always said proudly. Katy is an art teacher in her children’s primary school and is loved by her other ninety three children.

Everyday she dives into waves of admiration by the parents and love from her students. They were both quite a couple; wonder makers. She would create Art pieces from nothing and he creates green paper to feed the eyes of his wife.

One day as the mother and her three little slaves were getting up to go to school, Katy felt sick and passed the duty to drop off the children to the husband. He was complaining at the door about being late since the ways are too different and the nice nosy neighbour has heard him so she offered to take them to school on her way to work.

They singed in the car together and she offered them candy and sugar treats, they were happy and that cheered her up after the divorce of hers. Seven hours had passed, so Katy called on the husband to ask him about the kids, were they polite? Does she need to punish them with face slaps? Her curiosity was boiling till he picked up the phone to tell her about the lucky day he had.

She went to the neighbour’s house to see if she brought them back but the old lady is gone and instead there was a paper on the door. Katy took the paper; it was a printed letter – ” I took your three children to an old friend of mine, they look beautiful in red; those angels. We told them that they have been chosen to sacrifice themselves to god. If only you saw the innocent looks on their faces! They were so happy as we tied them up from their legs. It was painless I assure you, we drugged them first then we murdered them. I threw the bones to stray dogs, made a wig out of your daughter’s beautiful shiny hair and we kept the tender meat in plastic boxes for us to cook and eat later. Love, Sandra.”

Katy choked and shook in fear then lost her ability to speak as she waited in shock helplessly for her husband who was really late. He came in finally with a smile of satisfaction on his face, he hanged his jacket and a little note fell out. She couldn’t speak … What would she say? She quietly picked up the note to read it and it had red stains and a meat cooking recipe. This morning she knew too little and this evening little did she know.

Time travel

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Darkness expands in front of me and I am lucky to reach what is in front of me … I touched what is there and it seems to be some kind of cloth … I ripped my way out and a coffin it was! What is that … To what world have I descended … Am I dead? Or is this a different place in a different time … I feel sleepy or am I half asleep? Maybe somewhere in between …

A queer scene is playing and my eyes are two blind witnesses … What a blurry scene I see that slowly became clear … Oh my god! I don’t know where from should I start! I see chocolate skinned children playing football with a human skull, I see Indian men saying marriage vows to trees, I see men putting their heads to the ground worshipping a cow chewing on hay,I see a river with books flowing with water and that water seems so red to me … The dominant colour is red …

The most intense red I see is on a woman on the ground looking up to her son as he cried on her bloody dress of black,white,green and of course red. “Umaah arjoki oomi men noomk msh wagt noom!” Screamed the child of misfortune as his voice was the loudest and carried pain more than the screaming raped souls in the war playing in the back like music. I saw the woman’s soul stripping off her body so easily just like when clothes fall off of our shoulders … There was a beautiful angel taking her away but sadly he did not see what I see …

My tears are falling to the ground making splashes and soon enough the scene got washed off and got pulled as if it were made of dust … I stood still and a new scene came to place … I see two men but they don’t see each other … One is a man crying over his dead cat with his eyebrows shaved off and the other man looked French and he was horrified screaming before a cat! What time is this? The setting is off! The sad man is wearing some sort of skirt and the scared man is wearing a wig!

Out of nowhere I see myself, in a younger version … What am I doing here? I look so little and weak … The tears on my little face is giving my heart wrinkles and awful memories … Wait, why are you holding my hand? I don’t want to go back there again!

Why is the scene so white? Are we in a hospital? Who is this man? It looks like … No way it is … Or is it? He is looking at me! Can you see me? Oh my god! Don’t be afraid old man! I won’t hurt you … I come from a different time in peace and … “krankenschwester!!!” Kranka what? … He is pointing at me and a nurse is next to him looking confused with a blank look on her face as he screamed with unknown words. The poor man passed away and I hear the nurses over his head asking about his last words as if he was an important man, the nurse said :”I don’t understand German!” Wait … The blue came to me out of the blues … Surrounded by water in the pool with floating bodies dancing around me in harmony on the rhythm of my heart who is trying to dig his way out of my chest … And that is all I remember officer.