The Death Farmer
By Theresa C. Newbill
Part three of nine
A sharp, hard slap registers across Kevin's face leaving a notable handprint, one that burns among the fluorescent hospital lights.
"I told you to watch over him!" Alan Parker exclaims as he sneers at his eldest son.
"Like you watched over mom and Sarah?"
Alan Parker's face flashes hot with anger in Kevin's presence and he contains himself enough to respond, "You would never have the strength to endure what I have endured, little man. You are guarded by the tenderness of childish infatuations and silly games. The kind that almost got your brother killed today!"
“You hate me don’t you? You never meant for me to make it out of that fire alive, did you?
“Don’t you challenge me boy!” Alan Parker says as his face distorts with immense disgust.
By six o' clock the next morning Mitchell is sitting up in bed reading the comics and having breakfast feeling no worse for the wear except for a nasty bump on the side of his head.
"Next time, wear a helmet, " the doctor says as he writes in Mitchell's chart, making the rounds to the rest of the patients in the children's wing.
"The doctor told me you will be able to come home tonight, " Alan Parker says as he stands over his son's bed.
"Way to get attention, doofus, " Kevin playfully says as he reaches for his brother's hand. "I'm glad you're ok."
Mitchell smiles, rolls over, away from his father and brother, "I saw them last night. They were here, Sarah, Mom and Steve. They were here. They were here, dad. They were here."
Alan Parker draws back from Mitchell's bedside and sighs. It is a sigh full of disappointment, knowing that truth has been spoken in a soul-to-soul connection kind of way.
The room seems to pick up on the sixth sense as the light flickers around the walls revealing a pent-up Father Oliviere passing slowly by the doorway of Mitchell's room. His eyes meet those of Alan Parker's and they widen in horror at the encounter.
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Theresa C. Newbill is a is a self described free spirit and former elementary school teacher turned writer. Her work has been widely published in various print and online magazines and she has received numerous awards for her writing.
By Theresa C. Newbill
Part three of nine
A sharp, hard slap registers across Kevin's face leaving a notable handprint, one that burns among the fluorescent hospital lights.
"I told you to watch over him!" Alan Parker exclaims as he sneers at his eldest son.
"Like you watched over mom and Sarah?"
Alan Parker's face flashes hot with anger in Kevin's presence and he contains himself enough to respond, "You would never have the strength to endure what I have endured, little man. You are guarded by the tenderness of childish infatuations and silly games. The kind that almost got your brother killed today!"
“You hate me don’t you? You never meant for me to make it out of that fire alive, did you?
“Don’t you challenge me boy!” Alan Parker says as his face distorts with immense disgust.
By six o' clock the next morning Mitchell is sitting up in bed reading the comics and having breakfast feeling no worse for the wear except for a nasty bump on the side of his head.
"Next time, wear a helmet, " the doctor says as he writes in Mitchell's chart, making the rounds to the rest of the patients in the children's wing.
"The doctor told me you will be able to come home tonight, " Alan Parker says as he stands over his son's bed.
"Way to get attention, doofus, " Kevin playfully says as he reaches for his brother's hand. "I'm glad you're ok."
Mitchell smiles, rolls over, away from his father and brother, "I saw them last night. They were here, Sarah, Mom and Steve. They were here. They were here, dad. They were here."
Alan Parker draws back from Mitchell's bedside and sighs. It is a sigh full of disappointment, knowing that truth has been spoken in a soul-to-soul connection kind of way.
The room seems to pick up on the sixth sense as the light flickers around the walls revealing a pent-up Father Oliviere passing slowly by the doorway of Mitchell's room. His eyes meet those of Alan Parker's and they widen in horror at the encounter.
- - -
Theresa C. Newbill is a is a self described free spirit and former elementary school teacher turned writer. Her work has been widely published in various print and online magazines and she has received numerous awards for her writing.
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