It started with his hamster. Bobby barely spoke, “Mummy, why can I see Hammy’s bones?”
Robert Martin’s mother approached the cage to find the animal playing happily on his wheel.
“His head…I just see his skull, no fur, no eyes, nothing.”
Eleanor forgot about the exchange until Hammy turned up stiff and cold under a blanket of shavings a day later.
It continued.
Bobby’s visions extended to strangers on the street, actors on television, and lately the neighbour’s Labrador. They were lucky to get that doctor’s appointment and barely ascended the streetcar before the sky turned black and it poured.
A graveyard in Murcott, England. Photo by L. Leclair.
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Robert Martin’s mother approached the cage to find the animal playing happily on his wheel.
“His head…I just see his skull, no fur, no eyes, nothing.”
Eleanor forgot about the exchange until Hammy turned up stiff and cold under a blanket of shavings a day later.
It continued.
Bobby’s visions extended to strangers on the street, actors on television, and lately the neighbour’s Labrador. They were lucky to get that doctor’s appointment and barely ascended the streetcar before the sky turned black and it poured.
A graveyard in Murcott, England. Photo by L. Leclair.
This story continues here.
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