When sis got all the toys and attention ‘cause dad was never taught how to love anything that didn’t have a vagina, Gabe forgave dad and took some pills that felt like dad holding his hand. As sis was getting ready for school and mom and dad spent less and less time with Gabe, Gabe spent more and more time with his parents in a bottle and syringe.
As Gabe grew, he saw how mom and dad took pills too, and he knew, they must also miss their moms and dads. Gabe met doctors who prescribed him pills that numbed his emotions for when Gabe was alone, at school, work, but usually it wasn’t explained to him what the doctors’ pills should do, and Gabe would experiment until mom and dad were there, helping him up. He had tried alcohol, but it always left him feeling like crap. Dad was never a big drinker either.
One day, there was a knock on Gabe’s apartment door, he lay in bed and watched those sunset rays coming through, remembering mom and dad, as his girlfriend was sweet enough to answer it. There was a loud banging sound. His girlfriend screamed. Gabe lived in a bad neighborhood and he feared the worst; he grabbed his gun and ran to help his girlfriend. The men in Kevlar were waiting for any sort of movement; four rounds from a military surplus MP5 tore through Gabe’s face and chest as he came out of his bedroom.
Mom and dad buried their baby and wished it were them instead. Mom and dad knew it could have been them, and when no one was looking, mom and dad took pills that brought their baby back.
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When not writing, drawing, or changing diapers, Sean Tigert gathers
material for new creative projects by either escaping humans or stalking them.
Copyright 2013 Sean Tigert
Artwork by Juan Gris
