Tuesday, June 29, 2021

Overheard at Table 3: The Last Time I Saw Scotty

The Last Time I Saw Scotty

Scotty lived next door to me when I was a kid.  The last time I saw him, he said, "I think mom wants to get rid of me."

"Why d'you say that?" I asked.

"Dunno," he said, "Just a funny feeling I get."

He left his X-Men comic at my house that day.  The next day, when I went to take it back to him, I saw Scotty's mom in the garden, pruning her rose bushes.

"I came to bring Scotty's X-Men back," I said.

"Who?" she said.

"Scotty.  Your son, Mrs. Bloomfield.  Scotty."

"Sorry, Tom," she said, "But I don't have a son named Scotty."

She snipped a rose bloom off one of the stems.  The red petals fell to the ground and spread upon the grass like two drops of blood.

I walked back to my house, the comic book still in hand.  But I knew I would never want to read it again.

#horrorprompt 293: Two Drops

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