Simon


Mommy told me Simon was all in my head that he was just someone I had made up when daddy died. Simon and I bonded our fingers together the third time we met in the attic we bonded our fingers with thread from mommy’s wedding dress dipped it in wine drank it all and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Mommy beat me when I would bring up Simon. I cried for him each time the strap fell. After a while I craved attention the strap, it was my friend, it took me away it helped me escape from mommy. Daddy was a musician he hid all of his music books in the attic, I found them while mommy was at the grocery store, Simon was there though Simon was always there he helped me find the books.

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