Tears ran down Alphonsa's face leaving sooty

Tears ran down Alphonsa's face leaving sooty tracks of mascara. She looked out of the window and the sound of the neighbour's dog barking rang in her head. She couldn't think.

But she could drink. Boy, could she drink. Alphonsa downed a bottle of Jack in 5 minutes flat, afterwhich she felt a little better. She decided to go outside & play with Butchie.

Alphonsa was 6 and a disgusting drunk. She zig-zagged down the street looking for Butchie, she pulled another bottle of Jack from where she'd hidden it under the swingset

After she downed it, she snuck inside her parent's house and swigged two bottles of red wine. The dark crimson liquid dripping down her lip didn't look much like wine, though.

It was mentrual blood. The had just finished participating is a Rosicrucian rite called Making the Rosy Cross. She had been the altar and the vessel for the officiants. She had

It was because of her room being too small. The world was becoming smaller and this was proof. Her mum was dead accurate, once again, and she rang her mum up to thank her for good

because, well Mum had been dead accurate since she passed away. All her doomsday predictions & petty daily complaints seemed to come back and haunt her. Mum's corpse took up space

in the RV that we sorely needed for supplies. We stopped at a cafe on the way to Walmart. The waitress said, "Your road is long, many-periled. Your Mum's corpse is more than just

tasty- it's good for you!" & she served us Mum on a bed of parsley & rosemary with a touch of thyme. "She's not only Mum... she's mmmm!" joked my sister, & we all laughed heartily.