Hey guys, just thought I'd post this! I've already posted it on Gaiaphage. com, but I thought I'd put it up here too. Anyway, enjoy! :)


Day after day passed like the leaves falling from a tree in the autumn. And each day, she would wait without fail. The woman with the dark hair and the broken heart would stand outside what they called the Dome and hope desperately; silently begging whatever God was playing such a cruel joke on her for the safety of her only son. She needed him to be okay. It helped her make it through to the next day.

Black thoughts swam around her head, circling round like sharks. They preyed on her happier memories.

She loved him so much. Her little boy – the kid who read comics and watched every episode of Doctor Who. Admittedly, he didn't have many friends other than David, an amiable, acne-ridden sixteen year old who always made a point to stop by and chat politely. But David had been forced to leave on that day. Which left her son even more alone then ever.

She wanted him back so much. Her eyes began to burn as his face swam beneath her eyelids. A mere memory; a distant dream.

Still, she wasn't alone. Her husband held her hand too tightly, wondering, hoping, pretending.

"He'll be fine." He tried to speak reassuringly, but it came out more like a plea.

The mother buried her head in his chest. "He's not made for life in there. He should be with us, watching The Simpsons and –" Her tears chocked her.

"He's fine. I can tell – I promise, we'll see him soon. I can feel it in my bones."

The woman wiped her eyes, still stubbornly hoping, before nodding. Her son was okay. Mrs Zhang is, for the moment, convinced.

She doesn't realise that all that is left of her son is a cross.

Her little Duck won't swim back to her.


I know it's short, but if you review it'll be appreciated! Thanks!