“I’m so afraid.” The emaciated man whispers, his eyes wildly blinking, hands reaching up from his bed for comfort.
“Don’t worry honey.” His wife, concerned, takes his hands in hers.
“I poisoned my mother.”
“What?”
“I needed the money. Didn’t we live well?”
“Damn!” She pauses: “What if you do return?"
“Who would dare?”
“I know it’s frightening, after what you’ve done, but what if you do return to flesh, growing from a seed deep in the belly of the woman you killed? What if you become a baby again... and only love can save you?”
“Don’t worry honey.” His wife, concerned, takes his hands in hers.
“I poisoned my mother.”
“What?”
“I needed the money. Didn’t we live well?”
“Damn!” She pauses: “What if you do return?"
“Who would dare?”
“I know it’s frightening, after what you’ve done, but what if you do return to flesh, growing from a seed deep in the belly of the woman you killed? What if you become a baby again... and only love can save you?”
