Excerpt from "The Penance of his Recreation"

[Victor Dandridge]

From the dark, demands a voice of malice.    A monster has caught him; a memory of terror, a nightmare to be – and here he is, without a blanket to hide under or Mommy to call.  The voice demands again and the gun moves closer.  His humiliation grows in a warm, dark path running down his left leg.  The monster smells his fear – and likes it.  With hands not his own, he takes from himself; a wallet, a watch, a phone and a sure night’s sleep for years to come – and he sheds them to the voice; finally obedient, finally aware: To live is to listen.

 

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[Jeanette Cheezum]

WOW! This is great.