Mother
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Mother
“What’s wrong, pretty William?”
“Nothing. It’s… nothing.” He rolled away from her and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
“Come back to bed.”
“I can’t. Not here.” He bundled Drusilla’s clothes into her outstretched arms. “We’re leaving.”
They dressed in silence. William, with his back to her, stared blankly at the brass bedstead.
Drusilla reached out towards him. “Mummy will kiss it better.”
“Stop treating me like a child. You’re not my mother. Mother once gave birth to me in this room.”
He left the bedroom and gazed down the staircase. “Down there. I killed her. Twice.”
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written for open_on_sunday 26th June 2007