Day 52, Dreaming
Alford wished him sweet dreams. It must have jinxed him.
This dream is not unfamiliar, or unexpected. With the anniversary of his little brother’s death so close, he knew it would show up eventually.
They are playing in the courtyard. Wolfram is just a child, his hair hasn’t had a trim in awhile because their mother loves when the baby’s hair falls in loose curls around his shoulders. Such fine hair. It lays against his shoulder when he carries the little boy around.
Wolfram is singing. A silly little song with only half the words understandable from the garbled language of a child. He sings along with him, making up their game as they go. They are having fun, and he laughs at Wolfram’s funny little dance.
He doesn’t even see Gwendal coming up behind them until its too late. Wolfram’s eyes go wide as he’s grabbed, frightened and confused. He doesn’t even have a chance to scream for Gwendal to let go of his little brother.
It’s fast.
The blade slides through the child’s throat, nearly severing the head from the neck. Blood is everywhere. He screams now. Over and over again, catching the baby as he falls when Gwendal lets go.
Wolfram! He screams, crying in shock as he cradles his brother against him. Wolfram, Wolfram, Wolfram!
This dream is not unfamiliar, or unexpected. With the anniversary of his little brother’s death so close, he knew it would show up eventually.
They are playing in the courtyard. Wolfram is just a child, his hair hasn’t had a trim in awhile because their mother loves when the baby’s hair falls in loose curls around his shoulders. Such fine hair. It lays against his shoulder when he carries the little boy around.
Wolfram is singing. A silly little song with only half the words understandable from the garbled language of a child. He sings along with him, making up their game as they go. They are having fun, and he laughs at Wolfram’s funny little dance.
He doesn’t even see Gwendal coming up behind them until its too late. Wolfram’s eyes go wide as he’s grabbed, frightened and confused. He doesn’t even have a chance to scream for Gwendal to let go of his little brother.
It’s fast.
The blade slides through the child’s throat, nearly severing the head from the neck. Blood is everywhere. He screams now. Over and over again, catching the baby as he falls when Gwendal lets go.
Wolfram! He screams, crying in shock as he cradles his brother against him. Wolfram, Wolfram, Wolfram!