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Darwin’s Drabbles: Breakfast

21 Nov

“I don’t want you to let Reverend Jacobs’ sermon bother you too much, okay?”

Paula put down her biscuit. She loved her husband, but she hated starting her day like this.

“What is he going to say?”

“That I’m the devil.” He looked at his plate and pushed his eggs around. “And that anyone who ‘has congress with the beast’ is going to burn in hell.”

“Oh, Baby. You know I don’t believe that.” She plastered on a familiar smile. The one that said “I’m not afraid of you” even though she was.

“I know.”

He knew more than she suspected.

 

Darwin’s Drabbles: Primary Colors

14 Nov

The auras gave him headaches.

At first he thought they were tricks of light, as if the person had walked in front of a colored light bulb. As the ability grew, he realized those first impressions where the brightest. Within weeks everyone was glowing. Red, blue, yellow, brown. Some were murky swirls of colors, others solid floodlights. Why could he see it? What did the colors mean?

Reverend Jacobs said he’d been blessed by the Holy Spirit or was possessed by one of Satan’s agents and suggested Darwin pray for an answer.

Darwin prayed to be free of whatever this was.

 

Darwin’s Drabbles: Puppies and Rainbows

07 Nov

Darwin was four the first time he demonstrated his talent.

“Why you crying, CeCe?”

“I lu-lost Miss Fluh-Flowers.”

“Your puppy?”

“Uh, huh. I c-can’t find her.”

Darwin closed his eyes and thought about the stuffed animal. He saw it, dirty and discarded. The image expanded and he recognized the brightly colored graffiti on the brick wall where the toy rested.

“I find it for you,” he said and took her hand. She followed him to the end of the block and found Miss Flowers where she’d fallen from her backpack.

“You’re magic!”

Darwin shrugged and they walked back to her yard.

 

Darwin’s Drabbles: Halloween

31 Oct

Darwin began dreaming of Cleopatra when he was 14. Most were mundane but a few were special. One was a wedding. One they were old, sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner. He didn’t think she was “real” like his other dreams, because how could she be?

At a party when he was 23, he met her. Without his gift, he might not have noticed her. He certainly wouldn’t have found the courage to approach her. She was just a girl in a costume and not the Queen of the Nile, but he knew in an instant she was the girl of his dreams.

 

Darwin’s Drabbles: Monsters

24 Oct

“What’s this movie about, Eddie?” CeCe asked as Eddie brought the bowl of microwaved popcorn into the living room. Darwin and his “twin cousin” CeCe made room on the couch for their babysitter, but did not separate.

“It’s about a guy who thinks he can predict the future and ends up going crazy because nobody believes him.”

“Why don’t they?” asked Darwin.

“Because only freaks can predict the future, dummy.” Eddie replied.

Darwin turned away and started plucking at the fraying couch.

“Don’t mind him,” CeCe whispered as she bumped Darwin’s shoulder. “You’ve been blessed by God. You’re not a freak.”

 

Darwin’s Drabbles: Real Monsters

17 Oct

(note: tonight is a double drabble (not counting this part). I started with 177 words into it and when i started culling, it lost its voice. So I pumped it up to 200 words exactly)

“Momma?”

“Baby? Why are you calling me at three in the morning?”

“How’s CeCe?”

“CeCe’s fine, Baby. What’s this all about? Did you have another one of your…your episodes?”

“That guy that’s been chasing her, is he still around?”

“You mean Mickey? Why? What is it? What did you see?”

“Answer me, Momma, is he still around?”

“N-no. I don’t think so. I just talked to your auntie last week and she didn’t mention him.”

“Could you call her? Tell her that guy’s no good. Tell her CeCe needs to stay away from him. And not to get in his car.”

“What’s this all about, Darwin? What did you see?”

“Just tell her, okay? He’s a bad man. She doesn’t want to go near him.”

“Maybe you’re wrong this time, Sugar.”

“I’m not, Momma. I never am. You know that. Please. Just tell her.”

“Okay. I’ll tell her in the morning. Will that be okay?”

“Yeah… Yeah, that’ll be fine.”

But it wasn’t. Darwin went to sleep and his mother forgot all about the phone call.

He didn’t understand it yet, but he was starting to. Everything he predicted had to come true, or he wouldn’t be able to predict it.

 

Darwin’s Drabbles: Waking From a Dream

10 Oct

When he was eight his dreams changed, and the third time something Darwin dreamed came true, he decided it couldn’t just be a coincidence. The dreams felt different than other ones. They nagged at him, like puzzle piece wedged into the wrong spot, until they came true.

He knew his brother Eddie would make the football team, even though freshmen never get picked for varsity.

“I dreamed it,” he’d told him when they were out celebrating.

“Sure ya did, Dar.”

Decades later, during a crisis of faith, Eddie would confess to Darwin that he refused to believe in Darwin’s blasphemous gifts.

 

Darwin’s Drabbles: Senses

03 Oct

At first, Darwin didn’t know he was doing something extraordinary. Couldn’t everyone occasionally predict the weather or guess what was going to be for dinner? Didn’t people “just know” things without being told?

“Mamma needs a new job,” he told his babysitter one afternoon when his mother was laid off, but before she’d come home to share the news.

“That’s gonna be Pop-Pop,” he told his mother 30 minutes before the phone rang.

“She misses her baby,” he told his Auntie Jesse about the grocery store clerk.

He was only six, and nobody goes about asking a child if he has E.S.P.

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