My friend went crazy today. We watched her pick up garbage from the street.
“The FBI & CIA are listening in.”, she whispered in a paranoid tone.
In the hospital, she said, “There are dead mosquitoes on the sheet.”
She was my rock, telling me to marry myself.
Which one of us was crazy?
Women are often thought “mad” and why not? This world is so hard on us and sooner or later we will all slip slowly out of sanity, waiting until she gets back to hear what we are hearing here – the sounds of mosquitoes coming alive.
–Pat Horner is a painter/collage artist and writer exhibited and published in the US and abroad. A publisher and editor at the “The Woodstock Guide.” Pat’s also writing fiction and memoir from Woodstock, NY.