Entry Level by Wendy Wimmer

Author:Wendy Wimmer [Wimmer, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781637680599
Publisher: Autumn House Press

Kassie never even considered that it could be me logging into the backend of the GUI at work, plugging her phone number in, and sending her that first message of the lady dancing. Be happy, dancing lady. I might have thought Violet would want her mom to be happy. Be happy and dance again. I’m sorry about the hot fudge sundae. I’m sorry that I turned my back for a minute. I’m sorry that our little girl was lost. Hear me now. I don’t even remember what I was thinking. Maybe it was simple. Listen. We are still a family. Our heart is a purple flower. We are still a family. Come back to me.

The worst part of it all was that each time, for just a moment, I would forget that I had sent the emoji. For a moment, it would appear and then our girl would be alive again, be not lost. Our girl was there. And then I’d remember I’d sent the texts.

But then there came a text I didn’t send.

I stopped after the baby carriage and the purple flower. Have another baby, I was trying to say. Violet would want that. But those tiny pictures were pulling Kassie away instead of giving her closure. It was all she could think about, all she could see. So, I stopped. Purple flower. Violet signing off.

Then, out of nowhere, came the monkey holding its hands over its mouth.

That wasn’t me, I wanted to tell her. That really was Violet. Or the government. Or someone at Fluid Tel logging into the backend GUI. But it was probably Violet, texting from somewhere, texting us from hell or heaven or from underneath the lawn furniture in the basement or from somewhere inside our hearts, willing her to be in the room with us. It was Violet. And it was real.

But I couldn’t explain that. I couldn’t tell my wife that it really was Violet’s spirit, that some kind of insane magical event had happened because Kassie believed it had been so all along.

She didn’t understand that it was our dead daughter telling me to stop being her mouth. Stop toying with her mom. Stop before it was too late. But I lost Kassie anyway. Lost her in the Fluid Tel employee handbook metaphor and lost her in the real world meaning, but not in that order.

She was recovered against the rocks on the beach, two weeks after she’d gone missing. My truest heart. The one person in the world that allowed me to create something wonderful for the first time in my life. My terrible fingers had caused her to leave, the same ones that had typed a dancing lady into a black, lidless eye. The same terrible fingers that had twitched when I got a notification on my phone while walking out to the street with Violet. Someone had mentioned me on Twitter. I turned my face for just a second. Just a second.

Then screaming, mine and hers and then Kassie’s,

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.