The One You Don't Pick
There was a Mommy and there was a Daddy. They lived together, the three
of them. They had a house. They had some things but no pets. Time went
by. Before you knew it, it was Christmas time again and they forgot to
put up the lights outside.
The girl wondered: What would happen if she had to pick one over the
other? If someone showed up at their door one day and said to her: "You
have to pick one. And you must pick now. And then I'm going to take the
other one, the one you don't pick, away. Forever. You will never see
this person again, for as long as you live."
This someone is tall and blurry and wears a long black overcoat that
almost touches the ground. And this someone has a hat and sunglasses.
You can't see anything but nose and mouth and hints of veiny ear lobes.
The voice sounds like a machine. It's not like any voice she's ever
heard in her life, not in movies, not anywhere.
"So who do you pick?" the someone says, waiting.
The choice is not hard. She doesn't have to hem and haw. She doesn't
have to pretend. Because she's thought of this moment many, many times.
She's thought of what it would be like and who she would choose. And
now it's come, this moment, now it's finally arrived like the first day
of summer vacation, it may be a dream or not a dream, she's not sure,
but it's as real as anything else.
She watches the Daddy leave, and is not surprised, is not relieved or
happy or anything like that, but feels the weight of this one decision
crash upon her like a big giant wave, how it will change everything
after, how it's something you can't ever get back, and she doesn't
move, she fights the power and pull of the wave and digs in deep and
holds her ground and doesn't fall over, remains standing in the
doorway, and she reaches for the Mommy who is crying and crying and
will be crying for some time, until they close the door and go inside
and sit down on the sofa and begin to talk about their new lives, just
the two of them, and what that will be like in the days, weeks and
Roe has had fiction
House, One Story, Hobart, PANK,
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Detail of illustration on main page courtesy
of Spaceman Bob.
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