Oct 13, 2005 13:21
I am not a very forgiving personality. One might say that character flaw is the root of all my woes. Some grudges are just meant to be held to the grave. And beyond.
That said, I think I need to forgive my sister Sarah. Or rather, her ghost. On the face of it, you wouldn’t think there was anything for me to forgive her. It’s my fault she’s dead. The forgiveness should all be running the other direction.
But still.
You try living with the ghost of a seven-year-old who only knows the words to one song.
London Bridge. Falling Down.
And that’s what she sings. Over and over and over. And over. She doesn’t even have to stop for breath.
Take a key. Lock her up.
I counted one time, just to see how many times she would repeat herself before she got tired and went away. Seven thousand four hundred and ninety-three (yes, that’s 7,493). If my ears could have bled, they would have.
My fair lady!
I really wish I’d taught her some other songs while she was alive.
The worst part of all? After she leaves, I have the damned tune stuck in my head for weeks. It just isn’t fair.
Muse: Barnabas Collins
Fandom: Dark Shadows (Misc. TV)
Words: 205