Authors Note: This story is based off of the reading
The Jealous Uncle from the Native American Hero Unit. In that story there is an uncle who kills all of his nephews. This story is about an Aunt who kills all of her nieces. It is just barely shy of 300 words on purpose. The brevity of the story adds to the mystery of it all. Is the Aunt killing the girls? Is all this made up in the young child's mind? Is anything even real? Please enjoy.
Caption: Only for a little while
Swing, Swing, Swing
Little girl swing
Up you go
and down you fall
Swing, Swing, Swing
- Anti Aunt
Sally is going to our Aunt's house today. She has never met Aunt Nel before, but I have. She is a beast of a woman with long painted fingernails. Her shoes always point a little in. Her hair always sticks a little to the left. Her eyes always look a little up. My point is that nothing about our Aunt Nel seems quite right. Everything is a little off.
Sally is now four years old. She keeps to herself, but is good at sharing. She likes to snuggle in a blanket with me on nights when it gets cold. She will even pick up my toys after she is done picking hers up. She laughs a sweet, tiny laugh when I do something funny. She loves our mom and dad, and they dote on her. I always find them holding onto her as if her life depends on it. I actually think it may.
I used to have a big sister, you know. She was quite like Sally if only a little louder. I can barely remember her except the last day I saw her. You know when that was? The day she turned four. I was three. I can just recall her walking out the front door by the kitchen to trek to Aunt Nel's house. After that... I never saw her again.
Sally is leaving now. Dad is clutching onto mom's shoulder. I think I saw mom shed a quiet tear.
Goodbye sister. It has been a real pleasure knowing you. Hopefully, next time, mom will have a boy.