dead puppet
Apr. 17th, 2006 12:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
franceslievensIt's only a body, the lifeless body of a puppet lieing on the floor, bleeding to death. Who would have thought puppets can bleed like that. Their intestines of fluff and stuffing produce an awful lot of cleaning-up to do. It's too much for a single mother with an irritating and birthday-stressed child. If only...
Barefoot she's now standing in a large puddle of the carmine fluid. The puppet won't stop bleeding. Dutifully her knife hacks away at its flesh. Two bloodied little hands grasp for the present, standing on the floor, getting soaked with blood. Two pleading eyes in an angelic face are looking up at her: “Please mama...” If only he had learned to stop whining so much.
“I want to open my present! I want it now!” The blood spattered vision is no more when Rosemary cuts the ribbon of her son's birthday present. His pouty lips earn him a smile.
“Shh, honey, you'll have to learn to be patient.” Only the well trained ear can detect the slight tremble of horror, hidden under layers of soothing sweetness, and hear the voice quivering because it knows how much harm can be done.
Barefoot she's now standing in a large puddle of the carmine fluid. The puppet won't stop bleeding. Dutifully her knife hacks away at its flesh. Two bloodied little hands grasp for the present, standing on the floor, getting soaked with blood. Two pleading eyes in an angelic face are looking up at her: “Please mama...” If only he had learned to stop whining so much.
“I want to open my present! I want it now!” The blood spattered vision is no more when Rosemary cuts the ribbon of her son's birthday present. His pouty lips earn him a smile.
“Shh, honey, you'll have to learn to be patient.” Only the well trained ear can detect the slight tremble of horror, hidden under layers of soothing sweetness, and hear the voice quivering because it knows how much harm can be done.
