Yeah. It’s crazy.
We’re locked up in a room together.
You. Me. That stranger huddling against the wall.
You can stop searching. I’ve already tried. For hours. There’s no way out of this place. This room. It’s really more of a box, actually.
You, I know. I’ve seen you before. Once or twice.
I got you. Get you, I mean. That stranger over there, I don’t know. And I’m nervous because it’s just sitting there quietly in the corner rocking back and forth — hiding its face from us.
I was thinking of getting up and poking it on the shoulder, but I don’t know what it will do to me. You want to give it a try?
Here. Take this. In case it tries to attack, you can defend yourself against it — whatever it is.
Don’t look at me. I don’t want to touch it.
Is the room getting smaller?
Did you hear that? It said something, I think.
I have no idea.
It smells…funny. No, I’m not being mean. It smells different. Well, you smell different, too. But I don’t like the way it smells. Or looks. It’s so…not right.
Why did you just do that?
Make it stop. Make it stop crying!
Stop it! Shut up! SHUT UP!
What? No. I can’t believe you. Why did you do that? Don’t touch me. Please. Just stay away from me.
Why did you have to kill it? Why?
I know what I said. I just…
I didn’t know what it was.
I just didn’t know.
© Jack Lee Taylor 2017