“Look, I’ve a magical wand,” Willie said.
“No, you don’t. It’s a piece of rope”.
He always found odd objects to store in those cubicles dad made for him.
Mom rocked in her chair and stared; disconnected. It all started when she was told Willie was retarded.
She screamed, “No. You’re wrong.”
She was angry. She took him out of school.
He listened to music all day. Rocked his head, side to side, on his bed listening to his portable radio.
She told him he was special.
At 14, he raped her; unaware, she was his mother.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 102 words
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