Janie's odd dream - part two
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a_time_slipAt times the line between wakefulness and slumber is blurred, even non existent. Dreams become reality, and reality is an afterthought in back of your head; taking the place of the memory of feeding your dog a piece of the big Easter ham.
"Why do you keep peeling potatoes?" asked Lynn. Was it a dream, or was she actually at the sink, working her way through an impossibly large pile of the roots? The little girl stood solemnly, watching as the hands on the clock spun in many directions. Finally, after the pile doubled, she admitted something to her.
"It's my punishment."
"For what?" The child's question echoed in the silence. There was no answer as the woman continued her task.
"I'm not sure."
"Stop peeling and come play with me" Lynn's demand confused Janie, who thought she'd played earlier, in the room with the clocks.
"I can't until the pile is gone."
"It's not going to go away. You have to leave it"
"Lynn, I've got to be punished." Restating it might make the little girl understand, thought Janie.
"Why?"
"I broke the rules."
"What rules?"
"I was born. I go where I want. I kissed Tayo."
"Mommy, you'll die if you stay there." Lynn pleaded, and reached for her mother, though she seemed to go further away.
"I'm not supposed to be alive"
Both were silent, as those words sank in. From the time she was a young child, until she was an adult, Janie had been told that she shouldn't have been born. There was no place for someone like her, no time, she was an aberration that deserved to be destroyed. The way chaos followed her, and how time lost all flow in her presence was proof of that.
"...What about me?"That simple qustion by her daughter reminded her of a conversation she'd had with Phoenix. Lynn existed because of her, Samuel- if they hadn't created the pocket, he may not have been born.
Phoenix's world would be different.
And with that dream-thought, the room full of potatoes was gone, and she found herself back on the road to the bush.
"Why do you keep peeling potatoes?" asked Lynn. Was it a dream, or was she actually at the sink, working her way through an impossibly large pile of the roots? The little girl stood solemnly, watching as the hands on the clock spun in many directions. Finally, after the pile doubled, she admitted something to her.
"It's my punishment."
"For what?" The child's question echoed in the silence. There was no answer as the woman continued her task.
"I'm not sure."
"Stop peeling and come play with me" Lynn's demand confused Janie, who thought she'd played earlier, in the room with the clocks.
"I can't until the pile is gone."
"It's not going to go away. You have to leave it"
"Lynn, I've got to be punished." Restating it might make the little girl understand, thought Janie.
"Why?"
"I broke the rules."
"What rules?"
"I was born. I go where I want. I kissed Tayo."
"Mommy, you'll die if you stay there." Lynn pleaded, and reached for her mother, though she seemed to go further away.
"I'm not supposed to be alive"
Both were silent, as those words sank in. From the time she was a young child, until she was an adult, Janie had been told that she shouldn't have been born. There was no place for someone like her, no time, she was an aberration that deserved to be destroyed. The way chaos followed her, and how time lost all flow in her presence was proof of that.
"...What about me?"That simple qustion by her daughter reminded her of a conversation she'd had with Phoenix. Lynn existed because of her, Samuel- if they hadn't created the pocket, he may not have been born.
Phoenix's world would be different.
And with that dream-thought, the room full of potatoes was gone, and she found herself back on the road to the bush.