The Mother

At the top of a square building on the roof i wake up and climb out of the black orb that was my sleeping place. The building was made by my father before i was born and i sometimes think of it. It is very tall and reaches above trees and i can see everything from the roof. The stairway down to the bottom is a long venture. I come up here when i want to get away from things. There are a lot of birds that were effected by a radiation spill flying about with missing legs and eyes, some have even grown extra parts. Most of the people that live below have melted faces and its hard to see what they once looked like but now the radiation has gone and the place is safe. I don’t like living here because of all the strange things around but my mother can’t afford to move and dad wont give her money because he is not a very nice person in that way, he believes what he earns should be his and i don’t disagree with it. Years ago when the blast happened there were tv crews and news stations stationed around documenting everything but they have since gone. People used to visit here when it was nice to sight see and to live but now no one wants to. The government is not making any money from tourism and the lack of buyers means that it will be shut down soon and people may have to move away and leave it all to rot. My girlfriend was here at the time of the blast and she has some injuries and deformations. She has a missing breast and her vagina i sealed together from a radiation deformity, the doctors connected her pee tube to her anus so she could pee. Even though she is not normal anymore i still like her. My Mother was infected with a disease from the radiation and became more than obese with the effect of her disease making her grow really large. She had to make a room in her house that was large enough for her. Me and Emma have to take care of her. I make Emma sponge her body when she starts to smell. I would never do it, sometimes her poo’s are as big as a tv and i hate the smell. She doesn’t do her patchwork anymore and she gets really angry because of it, she brakes things around her and shouts, her shouts are muffled because her tongue is so large. The scientist from the hospital made food capsules that she could take so we dont have to bother with making her food.

Some of the neighbors play her songs with a flute and sing for her to wobble her body, like a dance. She sometimes does. The cats that she owns piss on her body when she is asleep and leave her smelling of urine. I only go once a week with Emma to clean her, I am really tired of doing it and hope that one day she dies so that i can be free of her. My dad fly's military airplanes, he divorced my mother years ago and never comes to visit. Sometimes he is on the television talking about war. When i climbed down to the bottom of dads building i walked along the forest track made of wet brown soil. I wanted to see Emma and take her to mothers to clean her. When i arrived at her house she was drawing on a notepad through the window. I knocked on the wooden door and then she opened it, she asked where i had been and i said the orb on dads roof. She closed her doors and windows and we started walking off to mothers house, on the way were a lot of ruins from the blast, old houses and shops that used to function just lay around covered in grasses and weeds. The clouds were out today and made the sky very grey and murky looking. I said to Emma her breast looked lovely today and she smiled at me and kept walking. We got to mothers house and the children of the neighborhood were playing the flute and making mother dance again, i could see her behind her breath stained window glass wobbling to the tune of it. I found it fun somewhat but in a way felt sad for her. Emma went in through the back door. I stayed out the front for a while. When i went inside Emma was finished i could see her stained sponge on the table and she was sitting down on a wooden chair near the window. Emma was crying about something so i asked her what it was. She said she can’t do it anymore and it’s too much for her. She is studying to be a Botanist and must be too stressed to clean her. So i said i will do it from now on and she can do it when ever she feels like she can. She said OK and took out her one breast and she gave me a back rub with it. I could hear mother making noises in the other room, groans and moans and belches. I told Emma to put her tit away and i walked into mothers room. I could see that she had put her arms inside her mouth up to her elbows and was wiggling them about really firmly. I shouted for her to stop. Then suddenly she pulled her insides from her mouth and onto the floor and then her eyes closed and she was dead, i could see her heart beating in a pile of intestines and her spinal chord was laying near it. I dont think she will need to be cleaned anymore…

The End

by Paul cairns

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