The Dog (pt 11)
Posted on | May 11, 2010 | Comments Off
Doone sat in the sun shining in from the skylight. He knew his mistress was not feeling well and wished he could do something to help. He rolled onto his back and let the sun shine down on his tummy wishing she was there to pet him. But she was up in bed waiting for something.
Upstairs she lay in bed still waiting, frustrated, staring out the window. She sighed. It was hard to believe it was the seven year anniversary of her little brother’s fatal car accident. She lit a candle in his memory. She wondered if he was in a better place, or just no place at all.
She was having trouble accomplishing much of anything this week. She wasn’t sure if it was her medication, the stress of the wedding she was going to and the fuss of wearing of the “ruffle dress”, or just the general stress of life that was getting to her, but something was eating her up. Something was nagging at her, bothering her. She was waiting. What was she waiting for?
Her mind thought of Mulysa for a brief moment and the sheer terror of going back to that Asylum had her frightened. Was she waiting for Mulysa to have some one come pick her up? Was she waiting to be committed herself? She didn’t want to see those tile walls again. She didn’t want to think about the man mopping the walls, and what he might be mopping off of them. She didn’t want to be locked in, looking out at the beautiful old oak tree, and the lovely park benches, the bird baths, and the neatly manicured flower beds.
She pushed those thoughts aside and went back seven years to the phone call that her brother was dead. He’d been the passenger in a car accident, a friend driving too fast, two boys gone way too soon. A funeral full of adoring friends and family, she became weak in the knees at the sight of his blue casket. She wanted to open it, to see him and to say goodbye but it would not be allowed. She should have insisted. To this day she still wishes she had seen him, no matter what condition he was in. She could have handled it. She’d seen worse. She needed that closure. Now he is forever riding clouds on his snowboard in her mind.
Doone lay downstairs knowing his Mistress was in miserable shape. He didn’t want to be a bother so he let himself out. . .
In Loving Memory of Joshua 1984-2003
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