"She's a Wild One," Part 4 Excerpt from "Inside Your Shadow" (C) 2025

 

“Is there nothing I can pay to be right again?” Maddie cried as she pleaded. It was the most anguished cry she could ever remember. Like morning sun rays piercing through the cracks of walls, his face reemerged from the blackness of the hood. He looked down on her. He looked down on her. She remembered that look. Had she remembered it before? Her mother had long dirty blonde hair. Had many wrinkles in her once silky smooth face-For the way time had its way with people was catching up to her. She looked at him and he looked down on ‘Baby Maddie.’ “We got the good life now, Joe. It was a nice home. A bit aged outside but still attractive with the ionic columns on the sides of the entrance to the front door. Had beautiful marble floors and cypress wood on the walls. There was a new couch, ugly now a days, that was orange leather. Even had a large state of the art new colored Zenith television and vinyl, eight track player combo. The fridge was always full of food.

Maddie had traveled through seemingly traveled through time. Now she had the same mind set in an infant’s body. “All we have to do now is be responsible…” She continued talking; as her father, Joe just stared down at ‘Baby Mary.’ Joe would wait until they all fell asleep to leave and never come back. Even with an older mind, she couldn’t make him stay.





 

The inevitable truth might be that even with her present mind might be that even with her present mind in her infant body was unable to make her fate different. Yet she had to try. Every parent has that pondering moment of wondering how their child is doing. Mary was able to climb out of her crib. Then she crawled on the floor. It was challenging to crawl because she was getting rug burns on her elbows and knees. She could not speak but she thought if Joe would see her he wouldn't leave. Yet as she crawled on the floor something was strange. She didn't recognize her surroundings. The carpet was stiff from unknown stains. The walls had no wall paper. The walls were of wood fire finishing that even with the moonlight shining through, one could see the layers of dust, and cob webs in the corners of the ceiling. There were toys on the floor: teddy bears, and large play telephones with large numbers were among the toys. There were boxes stacked, that in the reflections of night, looked like apparitions. One of them had on a hood. She was frightened until she heard the door open and hoped her father was there. Then she feared for her life as she saw the hooded one moving toward her. She tried to crawl away. The pain got worse. Now the carpet felt like needles. She turned around. She could not escape as now the figure was over her. The figure came closer to Maddie. Maddie was inside the infant's body. Was there only a never-ending darkness inside the hood? The figure picked her up close enough for her to see her own face inside of the hood.

The hooded figure was her. And the baby was Capernicus. Told herself that she would change her ways. She'd be the best mother she could be. She looked down at Capernicus. Held him tight, "It's just you and me." Then her eyes rolled into her head for a couple seconds. She couldn't remember where she was or how she got there. Her heartbeat increased. Then she remembered giving the twenty dollars. 

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