Nathan Spiro Morraitis

Kin

“Every dream will reveal itself as a psychological structure, full of significance” – Sigmund Freud. The cool wind blows upon his face. A baby’s scream bellows down the twisted corridor into a darkened room. Of the seven years Christian Dillinger had lived in that house in the small town of Irving, that corridor had never seemed so long as what it did now. Shuffling down the corridor, the drapes hit his body as they blow fiercely due to the strong wind. Flashes of a sealed envelope addressed to him come and go. The baby’s scream grows louder and louder. Halfway down, he notices a trail of blood leading to the darkened room. He hesitates, but mustered up the courage to journey on. The door is shut. Shaking, he raises his arm to turn the door knob. Inside the room lies a naked baby in a cot, with the umbilical cord still attached, covered in blood. The baby’s scream is so loud it deafens him. Beside the baby is the sealed envelope. Within arms reach, a woman’s voice calls to Christian from behind.