“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.”
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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