Nine – Nightmare
was a familiar scene. A dining table, mostly-empty plates. On
sixteen-year-old Cooper MacBrides left was his mother, a woman
still well within her thirties and possessing the peculiar maternal
beauty a son cant help but acknowledge. On his right was
the boys father, slouched in sleep.
am a boy again,
Low-Light thought. This
is only a dream. This is not real.
it had once been quite real, and he was no more prepared to stop the
scene from unfolding now than he had been when it had occurred in
reality, nearly twelve years ago.
leaned over towards her husband. Jim, she said to the sleeping
man. He didnt stir. He couldnt. The sleeping pills
(powderized and mixed in his drink) would not allow him to wake.
Mother didnt know, of course. She thought hed just had a hard
day at work. Jim, wake up. She tried still. After all these
years, all the countless times the scene had played out with no
change, she tried still to save them all from the outcome.