Back to Where Home Is
Robbie slugs away from their home, blade dripping blood, legs shiftless and without care. He will bury the child’s head in a toxic heap, far away from the townspeople. It’s where the others are. It is where he is thought to be from–garbage. The tale of his emergence is a strange, sad one. It is said among the gossipy that his Mom delivered him in an alley, tore him from her womb, and threw him in the nearest dumpster.
She was not quite human, but not quite monster, either. She was this strange in-between thing and fearful of passing down her likeness to her offspring, she rid herself of it. The city trash collectors came the next day. One, a father of two girls, heard the wails of a shivering baby. He ordered his partner to help him search through the pounds of garbage, finally landing on Robbie. They stood flabbergasted, exhausted from a day’s work, but also scared to death. What was this thing? They wrapped Robbie in a soft towel kept in the truck’s bed, and transported him to the nearest convent.
Let the nuns deal with him, they thought.
Those who truly fear God are said to have ways of exposing evil and exorcizing it. After months of exorcisms and numerous Doctor’s house-calls, the sisters believed that Robbie should be sheltered, kept away from humanity, for they knew that others would fear him. From the very first time he walked, they took him to the local park and explained to him that his place was among nature. From dirt he arose, back to dirt, he would go.
And with fresh blood on his hands, Robbie hurried to his place of safety, away from the summoning calls of the neighborhood children, away from all that was normal.
From dirt, he arose, back to dirt, he would go.
*This concludes the Sharp series. Thank you for reading.
Nasty! 👍
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My first reaction: it’s here!!! ( Yes it warrants 3 exclamation points) Love the ending, Tre. You pull it off nicely! The society creates the monster; the monster stays within the society; religion becomes a facade for unspeakable evils lurking all around; the loss of next generation’s innocence (or literally their minds!). Beautifully crafted, Tre. This is beautiful.
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Tien, I am glad that you like the ending. Thank you very much. 😊
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Don’t make me feel sorry for him! Ergh…. brilliant, Tre.
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Haha. Just giving you the additional details. Lol.
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The question that lingers is “who’s to blame?” Blame is passed on from one generation to the next until someone finally breaks the cycle. Brilliantly told, Tre.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome as always.
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…..but he’s still lurking…….nearby!
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Haha. We’ll never know. Haha. Peter, I hope you enjoyed it. I’d be interested in seeing you flip it. You’re great at this!
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Wow Tre, that was a surprise! You are good at everything, even the dark side. Creepy!
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Whoa, Kim. Thank you very much! I’m quite happy you enjoyed this series. 😊
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