Off Her Rocker
Feb 20th, 2018 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Annette sits in her favorite rocking chair, by a big window. A gloomy afternoon.
She cradles her dead baby in her pale arms. Hair as white as a ghost. Lips cracked and bleeding. Her body fragile and weak.
She sings a familiar tune. Rocking back and forth, as if trying to put the baby to sleep.
Her watch beeps. Medicine time. She throws the bottle out the window.
The Devil calls her name. She stops her singing. Her body freezes.
“He made me do it. He made me do it. He made me do it…” She repeats.
The devil exists.
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