First Meetings by icd, admin
Whispers by icd
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“Hello, my boy.”

“Not you! I’m hallucinating.”

“No, you aren’t, my son.”

“You’re not my mother!”

“Yes, I am.”

“Biologically perhaps, but I was raised by others.”

“I know. I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you.”

“No one ever was.”

“It’s not too late.”

“Yes, it is - you’re dead.”

“Physically - yes, but I’m still inside of you, Bobby.”

“Let’s see for how long.”

“What do you mean?”

The doorbell rang. Lyle grabbed his jacket and grinned devilishly. “You can’t keep me from doing what I’m doing!” He opened the door, smiling widely. “Hello, Chi-Lin. Let’s have Dinner!”

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