Wednesday 9 April 2014

Tonight's Short Story: A Far Greater Pain


A Far Greater Pain
They say there’s no greater pain for a parent than burying your own child. They’re wrong, of course. Hearing muffled screams from beneath the earth after the burial is far worse.

Neil was two, mauled to death by our neighbour’s dogs. He died in my arms while the neighbour smoked weed.

But I heard him thumping his coffin, crying.  I was dragged away from the cemetery, screaming and clawing.

Now I’m home and he’s here with me. Says I left him to die underground, let him down.

He demands milk, he suckles me then bites. His teeth are like needles.

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