Family Tree
Jun 16th, 2022 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
No Comments 

Robots Contest Entry:
I was born in the rain and dark. “Cure me or kill me,” I begged the doctors in attendance. But apparently only when silent was I able to be heard. I’d been assembled by someone who couldn’t be bothered to read the assembly instructions. Seventy years later, I look in the mirror and see bits and pieces of a stranger’s face – a long, fleshy nose, protuberant eyes, a domelike Shakespearean forehead. My now grown children stand well off to the side, uncertain whether to huddle or flee. As I tentatively approach, I clutch a rose, shoulder high like a dagger.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie’s books include the prose poetry collection THOUGHT CRIMES, scheduled to be published in fall 2022.