Fifteen Cardinals

[modern_truths]

She calls for Him, laughing musically as She holds Her arms out, blindfolded and spinning so gracefully that it almost resembles dancing. Shyly, He moves away from Her and attempts to hold His own cries of delight in; try not to get caught by the Pickety Witch, that’s the game.

She reaches for Him. He cannot contain His joy any longer.

“Ichabod!

Comments

[jollygoodform]

Mr. Crane...Ichabod..

Talk to me, please..

[modern_truths]

...It's all my fault.

[jollygoodform]

[frowns...reaches into his pocket, taking out the toy disc, holding it out] Here, come, take this back. You're not thinking right.

[modern_truths]

*does not take the disc, but rather stares blankly ahead*

I could have...stopped him. I could have saved her...

[crete_goddess]

...Oh, Ichabod...

[modern_truths]

...

[crete_goddess]

...My mother left us when I was still very young.

Ran off, with...a man who drank himself to death. On champagne.

...Ichabod, darling. You listen to me.
This will never be your fault.

In all your years. Never.

[modern_truths]

She...she looked to me for help. I could have said something, I could have ran out to stop him...but I couldn't. I was too afraid...