“They say a picture is worth a thousand words, right? Prove it!
This week’s challenge couldn’t be simpler: tell a story based on this picture.”
“But he killed me!”
Bellowing laughter fills the room. He looks at me mockingly.
“And tell me how, dear lady, how can a dead woman commit a murder? – Clearly you are alive and well, breathing”
With his eyes staring at me, the hostility obvious as he demands an answer.
“You don’t understand” I stammer, my voice going weak.
“You see this little girl in the picture, that’s me, still very small.” The temperature of the room seemed to rise. The heat was steaming inside my pounding head.
“Continue” he said as he waved his hand in my direction, as if I was playing a part and he was introducing the next scene.
“And what of the boy?” he fires the question at me.
“The boy was blind, even though he could see, still now, he is blind” I stammer “But the man, that man, Gerard, my father – he killed me, little by little … before I could formulate any self confidence, any form of self worth, before I had a voice. He destroyed my soul, little by little. I was his plaything, his pet. He used me and abused me. Look at him, standing there all arrogant and sure of himself. I imagined him dead, yes, often. I thought how he would die, but I couldn’t kill him since I was not strong enough. I had to think of something more devious, something that would affect him to the core of his being. “ Said I, my voice beginning to fade as the words tumbled out of my mouth.
“Ah! So you denied him any recognition, you denied him forgiveness, you let him die a lonely old man. You punished him over and over – he has spent years and years of anguish, wondering about you as you tried to kill his soul!”
This time it was my turn to laugh. I laughed and laughed and laughed! “You think he feels that, is that what he told you? You really believe that?” Scorn, utter scorn burst from my being. “You, even you, the devils advocate believes him”
The devils advocate looks at me, the fire blazing in his eyes…
“That is because I am the advocate of the devil and you cannot win! His soul still lives on. Look at the picture my dear – see how the man laughs at you, you worthless little girl, you worthless woman” His voice, his image fades from my dimension…