I remember the nice Police Women taking my hand, leading me away from my Mother and the body lying in the middle of our kitchen. Outside of the house was dark except for the red and blue lights reflecting off of all the surrounding houses windows.
"Did Mommy do something wrong?" I ask the woman holding my red slick hands.
"Nothing to worry about now." She smiles, squeezing my hand.
I still remember giving her a skeptical look and raising my eyebrow. I knew in the deep pit in my stomach that Mom had done something severely wrong.
"She was protecting me," I tell the woman confidently, my voice coming out without even an inch of quiver. She was protecting me. I'm just still not sure why she did it the way she did.
"Take a seat here Honey." The woman smiles sweetly, patting the back of the cruiser. The hard plastic seats look anything but comfortable.
I take a seat, the cool night air running through my hair. My cotton pajama pants feel cool and damp against my skin, and my hands beginning to feel stiff and crusted.
That's when it clicked.
Sitting there alone, in the back of a cop car I realized something. My Mom had just murdered someone in cold blood.
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Space Egg
ActionWhen she would walk down the street in the dead of night Elfy would look to the sky, and stare at the stars. It would ease the boredom. She would count the stars, one by one, one by one, one by one. Until she would trip on a rock and scrape her knee...
