His wife’s cool hands on his shoulders halted Sanders from further destruction as he took another swing at the sculpture with his club.
He couldn’t count the number of times the sculpture taunted him, taking on fiendish proportions in a nightmare until he smashed it to pieces and then made a new one from scratch, once again resembling his tomboyish, young sister with her sweet looking face.
No matter what everyone said, no matter that his mother never openly expressed her blame, he held himself responsible.
What if he always wondered?
What if he had accompanied her to the cinema that fateful night many years ago as their mother had suggested?
Would she be alive now? Would that have deterred the monster who kidnapped her, that by the time her body was found, she was desecrated in ways beyond words?
Sanders was perpetually haunted by these thoughts and it was worse that the monster was still out there.
Unknown and roaming free.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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