numbing by Walter Bjorkman

Blue. The first memory or memory of a memory, though it must have been white. He had never seen one before, be it in pictures or real life. This was when the differences were still blurred, the lambs and bunnies all lived behind that bulbous glass wall in the tall wood box that stopped him from petting them, and he knew they were not real, but had a hard time accepting that. This photograph, fallen from a book, was the first solid memory ever, holding someone within its borders that looked curiously like a smaller self, all swathed in blue, in a baby blue tv-like box lying on its side, though it must of — had to be white. He remembers the top of the doll-like head being large and protruded, like that screen that divided realities. The cradle the baby was in, different than the one he used to have as a bed, smaller, barely held the still boy, who was a cold gray-ashy white, not blue. His mother gently took the photograph she never looks at from his clutching hand and sighed at him, knowing that if the figure in her hands were still real, the one looking puzzlingly up at her would never be there.


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4 responses to “numbing by Walter Bjorkman

  1. This instantly brought to mind my mother’s explanation of why I wouldn’t be having a little cousin after all. Wow. Memories.

  2. Oh, so sad, but I loved how you laid it all out in the child’s blurred memories and the photograph. Well done.

  3. this was chilling (chilly). beautifully wrought story.

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