A Mirror Floating in Water

The big shape thrust forward. It was something he had said, something he had done to make him this way, but he didn't know what as the son stepped backward at the top of the stairs.

"You think your big? Come on hit me! Hit me right here!" The big shape that was his father leaned towards him and stuck out his hairy chin pointing and demanding.

"Hit me! Kill me!" He withdrew a rusty pistol from behind a pile of papers on the floor. He tauntingly shoved the gun at the young man, who was much smaller in physical stature. He asked once, "Come on shoot me!"

The latter let out a confused and angst filled "No!"

The father smiled and said "Okay." Withdrew the gun from the latter's reach at rushed downstairs in seconds beofore the son had time to change his mind as the father fired.


I awoke suddenly, screaming. Suprised that he hadn't heard me (for he may have been in deep sleep), I heard him snore rhythmically in the next room.