FFftPP – Voice in My Head

“You lookin' at me?”

What?! Who said that? Who's here in this room with me? There isn't anyone in here except this deer head hanging on the wall. Surely not! Dead deers don't talk. Do they?

“Hey! It's me talkin'. You need to listen to me. This is important. I want to know why they hung my head on a wall? They took my dignity from me. First of all they shot me dead, then they hung my head on the wall like they are proud of what they did.”

“You are a DEAD DEER! How can you be talking to me? Hey, I took my Meds this morning, you shouldn't be talking to me.”

“Help me get off this wall and back to my body so I can have my dignity again.”

“I don't know how to help you. I have no idea where the rest of your body is.”

“Please, listen to me, at least take me back to the forest where they shot me.”

“Sure. Sure, I'll do that for you. But first, let me go back to my doctor and see if he will increase my Meds.”

“If you do that you won't hear my voice anymore.”

“Yes! Exactly.”


Image credit: Roger Shipp

This is my submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, kindly hosted by Roger Shipp. He supplies us with a photo prompt and approximately 200 words with which we create our stories. Everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

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131 thoughts on “FFftPP – Voice in My Head

  1. PJ hilarious. I was laughing so hard about the hearing voices. I’m glad she knows to go to the doctor to increase her meds. Maybe once she knows she, isn’t hearing voices she can see what to do about the poor deer head. Great job πŸ™‚

  2. You know, I’m feeling a little sorry for the poor deer… I love this line – I have a thing for alliteration: “Dead deers don’t talk. Do they?” Nice job πŸ™‚

  3. “Yes, exactly.” HAHA. This last line got me laughing out loud here, PJ. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ But I still feel a bit sad for the poor deer though..

  4. Oh my goodness! My comments went through!!! Hurray!!! πŸ˜„ You may delete my stupid “testing” comment above… LOL!
    If increasing his med means he can’t hear the deer, then he must be hallucinating about a talking deer! LOL! πŸ˜„ Great story! πŸ˜„

  5. I don’t know which is better or worse. Increasing the meds and no longer having a good natter with a dead deer. Not increasing it and possibly pulling his hair out in exasperation at odd conversations. Nicely spooky.

  6. Those disembodied mounts on walls have always disturbed me! I once slept in a room with many of them on the walls, and I felt much like this person in the story does. They didn’t speak to me (guess my dosage was correct!), but I definitely felt watched. Creepy!

  7. Oh no!!! Someone is a bi crazy! πŸ˜€ Thank you for making me smile and laugh a lot!!! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

    BUT, also, I feel for the deer. I visited a museum of sorts with animals’ head hanging and I was kinda crept out. I pity them because just like what you have written, those animals are losing their dignity.

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