Monday, April 19

Mr. Happy Severed Head sits in the cardboard box in the corner of the room. Howie the little girl pokes her head around the door and eyes the box. Her brother is out riding bikes with his friends, and probably won't be home for another hour or two.

Howie sneaks slowly into the room and goes directly for the box. She'd peeked inside before, but her brother had always yelled at her to get out of his room and not to mess with his stuff. But now he was gone and she had his dismembered head toy all to herself.

She pulls him out of the box by a tuft of wispy grey hair and drags him down the hall to her own bedroom.

They hide in her closet, a place Howie imagines no one would ever think to look for her. She closes the door tightly and turns the flashlight on her new friend, the light reflecting in the milky eyes sitting accross from her.

"My name's Howie," she says. "What's your name?"

She imagines that the head says "My name is Howie, too. Let's sing a song." So they sing a happy song about dancing and the sunshine. They make the words up as they go along and they sing for a very long time.

Once they're done singing, Howie the little girl makes Mr. Happy Severed Head and herself cheese sandwiches. She eats both of them, but pours a little milk into his mouth because he looks thirsty.

Several hours later she puts the head back in the box in her brother's room. As she closes the lid she whispers "I'll see you later, Howie. We'll have great adventures, we will. I love you. Goodnight."

"Hey! What are you doing?" her brother yells at her as he stomps into the room. "Get out of my room and quit messing with my stuff." And Howie the little girl runs away imagining all the wonderful times she'll have with her new friend.

No comments: