“I was thinking about killing you. With a knife,” the little girl says.
“Really. Hmm,” I reply.
“NO, I mean I’m not really going to kill you. You’re a sweet person, but if I did kill you (with a knife) would you be in the hospital or dead?” she asks, flipping the pages of the story book we were reading.
“Well, first off, I’d never let you kill me, but let’s just say you did. I don’t know where I’d be, but you’d be in jail.”
Her eyes widen. “But kids don’t go to jail.”
“Yeah, they do. Juvenile detention is one place they go. So it’s really your choice. You could live with us where everyone loves each other or you could become a killer every time someone doesn’t give you a 5th brownie and land in jail with other kid killers.”
“Oh,” she says. “Well, I would never kill you anyway.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think so because then we couldn’t be friends–obviously. And you’d have no chance with Grant from Kid’s Bop because he seriously wouldn’t date a killer,” I point out.
The little girl mulls it over. “Adrienne, I think I see what your saying. Can we go to the library tomorrow and maybe to Starbucks and I can get one of those cupcakes–you know the red ones . . .”
“Red velvet?”
“Yeah, because I really love them. Didn’t we have fun the last time?”
“Yes.”
The little girl flips the pages again (we’d need to work on her handling of library books). “My mom tried to kill my sisters and I had to protect them. Did you know that?”
“Yeah, I heard something about it.”
“She kept our heads underwater in the bath tub and once she taped me to a chair and covered my mouth with silver tape and left me for days. I had to break free to go to the bathroom in the closet.”
I have nothing to say.
“So Adrienne, you know I love you and I would never hurt you. Did I upset you?”
“No, not really. I think I get where you’re coming from. But it’s safe here. See, we covered the windows so the wolves won’t get you, and there’s the dog lying there to protect you. Now what do you do if you’re scared during the night?”
The little girl sighs, plugs in her mp3 player and says, “I’ll knock on your door.”
**INDUCEMENT: With no words required, one person sets up a situation to make another person feel just what that first person feels.
12 responses to “Inducement: A Bedtime Story”
Wow and double wow…..the painting and the story….powerful and unsettling. Well done.
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Thanks, Eileen. Foster care sure is interesting.
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Amazing!! And I love the painting… I’m a big fan of Waterhouse and Beaugereau and the painting above reminds me a bit of their work. Do you know who the artist was?
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Augustus Edwin Mulready 🙂
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Thank you!
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What horrors some children live through, what insanity they are subjected to by the adults who are supposed to protect and love them. Well realized characters here, if tragic. My heart aches for them. And since the little girl is named Adrienne, I wonder…
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No, I should have written it clearer–the girl is addressing me as Adrienne 🙂
We are considering adopting our foster child. It’s crazy what she’s been through.
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Adrienne, my heart is broken.
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It’s amazing that a kid who’s been through so much trauma functions at all, but she’s actually doing a lot better than she was.
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I wanted to tell you how amazing you are, but it seems to me that we have to first reserve that for her and others like her.
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So true. I’m just flying by the seat of my pants–BIG TIME. 🙂
BTW, I just got the (hopefully) final proof of my edit.
Your poetry blows me away–and I’m not a huge poetry fan (except for Whitman). I’m savoring each poem. It’s so unlike reading a novel!
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Aw, thank you so much. That is SO nice to hear, Adrienne! Yay, re the editing project! What a light at the end of the tunnel!
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