Monday, March 22, 2004
Freud I'm sure
'But what of the children!' she cried as she was driven away, her head pressed between the metal bars.
The children stood on the step and looked on to her. They did not wave and they did not cry. Always they were careful not to be made by the sleepy eyes of the father.
Left alone for the first time even. So much to do, so much to see. the foreboding presence no more.
She was evil, they had agreed. Sworn to it by the cave. She had not the ability nor the authority to wield the whip as she did. But still it did not discourage her. The evidence mounted. The verdict to indict was issued.
It had all began with a meeting. And the meeting began with Joel. In the cave as they often did. He led them and riled them and played them like fiddles. By the time they left they were hungry for blood.
The children stood on the step and watched their mother be whisked away. And after she had passed over the hill and far out of sight they turned to Joel and followed him through the door.
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