I always said mama was rotten. Her sour face and gruff demeanor could chase anyone away. That's when it dawned on me; she really was rotting on the inside.
Her heart was fermenting from years of neglect. I knew the decay had surely spread to her other organs as well. So, I did what any good daughter would. I scraped out every last trace of tainted flesh and muscle. Then, I filled her gaping emptiness with sawdust, the way Daddy used to with squirrels and rabbits.
She's much happier now. I know because she's always smiling. She doesn't talk much anymore, but I don't mind. I just wish she'd change the channel now and then. I'm tired of watching PBS.
Dawn Sholun is a proud work at home mother and aspiring author. She lives in Southern Connecticut with her two beautiful little girls and significant other. She is currently working on the first draft of an untitled horror novel.
