an excerpt
I'm not sure how I suddenly decided to veer off and take a trip into the absurd with this, but oh well. This is the beginning of something fantastically crazy.
Jack’s mother placed her hands around his face like he was delicate.
“One day, you are going to do great things,” she said solemnly.
Jack thought this was absurdly funny.
Perhaps it would help to start from the beginning. Once there was a girl named May. She enjoyed sunshine, dandelions, and whatever pretty fickle things little girls enjoy. As she grew older, her fondness for cute objects remained with her. Eventually she married a nice man named John, and gave birth to a beautiful little boy named Jack. (She did not have much propensity for creativity, and this likely led to the dismally generic names her children had) Unfortunately, when Jack was just about to enter the 6th grade she was struck by a dire bout of schizophrenia and thereafter never recovered.
Naturally, this affected Jack quite a bit. His father was helpless in the situation, as most people would be, and attempted valiantly to both take care of his wife and assume both a father figure and a mother figure to Jack. He failed, but at least he tried. May was eventually incarcerated in a mental hospital, but much damage had been done. John was a burned-out, destitute man, and Jack did a lot of drugs.
Jack was high when May put her hands on his cheeks. All things are funny when one is high. It is also probable, though, that he recognized it too, and feigned laughter to keep the terror at bay. Yes, indeed, he recognized it. What was it?
It was the moment his entire life changed.
Jack’s mother placed her hands around his face like he was delicate.
“One day, you are going to do great things,” she said solemnly.
Jack thought this was absurdly funny.
Perhaps it would help to start from the beginning. Once there was a girl named May. She enjoyed sunshine, dandelions, and whatever pretty fickle things little girls enjoy. As she grew older, her fondness for cute objects remained with her. Eventually she married a nice man named John, and gave birth to a beautiful little boy named Jack. (She did not have much propensity for creativity, and this likely led to the dismally generic names her children had) Unfortunately, when Jack was just about to enter the 6th grade she was struck by a dire bout of schizophrenia and thereafter never recovered.
Naturally, this affected Jack quite a bit. His father was helpless in the situation, as most people would be, and attempted valiantly to both take care of his wife and assume both a father figure and a mother figure to Jack. He failed, but at least he tried. May was eventually incarcerated in a mental hospital, but much damage had been done. John was a burned-out, destitute man, and Jack did a lot of drugs.
Jack was high when May put her hands on his cheeks. All things are funny when one is high. It is also probable, though, that he recognized it too, and feigned laughter to keep the terror at bay. Yes, indeed, he recognized it. What was it?
It was the moment his entire life changed.