January 24, 2013
There's a photograph that talks. It is in one of her drawers. At night, just before she slips into dreams, there is a scratch at first, she hears it as such, but it is actually a shout from a little lady in the photograph. It then becomes the sound of a Ferris wheel, it does have a sound, yes. Whirr whirr whirr. Screams of delight. She opens the drawer as she does every night and pleads the woman in the photograph to be quiet. It is this ritual that keeps both of them alive. It gives them a sense of importance.