Divergent Memory of a Burning Heap
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He lay in the ashes, a burning heap. It was summer and hot anyway, but in the smoldering dust of a Florida trash fire, the heat was unbearable. Though he had no voice, the melting face haunts me. The button nose peeling away from the fluffy white faux fur, the warm brown eyeballs sinking in and disappearing into the ashes. These images, though they are of something artificial, they will always burn in me.
I was a sensitive child. Am a sensitive woman. I don’t have nightmares of the burning teddy bear any more, but every time I see his sister bear, Skiddles, sitting on the chair in the corner, that weight of senseless guilt sinks onto my shoulders. I’m grateful she remains – she was such a comfort through the years – but the pain of that burning image sears my heart as it seared his cottony flesh.
Of course, to hear my brother tell it, it was just a trash fire. Just things that had been removed from the house, dumped into a pit, scorched, and forgotten. He doesn’t have these haunting memories of a little white teddy bear. He remembers only that he talked me into it (if he even remembers that). He feels no pain. He feels no sorrow. He just shrugs and says, “You’re too sensitive.”
Just like he’s always said when anything from childhood comes up. He’s the hero. He’s a good guy. I’m the childish “girl” who can’t get over things.
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Editor-in-Chief of The MockingOwl Roost, Rita Mock-Pike is the granddaughter of aviatrix, Jerrie Mock, first woman to pilot an airplane solo around the world. Rita has found inspiration from her grandmother’s life and flight and pursued many of her own dreams in theatre, podcasting, novel writing, and cooking up delicious food from around the world. She now writes on food, travel, pets, faith, and the arts. She’s happily married to Matt, and faithfully serves the very fluffy kitten queen, Lady Stardust.
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