JD’s Microfiction #6: [Bigalo Sad] Child

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image: Else Berg

Bigalo stood for hours in his playpen looking out at the world with a sadness a child that young should not know. No amount of silliness by his parents distracted him from his sad, far away stare. Mother worried herself to the point of breakdown. Father did research and found the Institute for Exceptional Children. Here, Bigalo could be tested, treated, and returned to them a happy child just like his sister Anthem always is.

So, on a drizmal November day, he was bundled into his car seat. Staring straight ahead sadly, his pathological paternal uncle’s stuffed rabbit clutched in his lap, Bigalo, with his family, set off.

At the Institute, as Father predicted, all was warmth and welcoming. A tour of the facility, a consultation with the top doctor in the field of child moroseness, the children’s dorm and playroom reassured even Mother that this was best for Bigalo. With a hug and wave, his family was off.

Whistling Liszt, the doctor took Bigalo’s hand. “I understand your sadness,” he said, “your parents keep you from acting upon your urges, such as tossing your silly sister’s stupid cat down the stairs.”* He smiled down at the boy, “Horatio. Sounds better than Bigalo. I will pack, then, we’ll be off on the continuum.” Dr. Teagarten always wanted a son.

Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge # 6: the child (loneliness)

For another Dr. Teagarten episode, see JD’s Microfiction #4: Dr. Teagarten’s Exit

Meant to be a continuation of last week’s Microfiction Challenge #5: The Door: Passage to Seann Choille, following the travellers into the ancient forest was usurped by Dr. Teagarten acquiring a travelling companion of his own. I’m going to have to watch out for this Teagarten fellow.

*Jane suggested that, given Bigelo’s age and size, he might be more apt to want to ram his rattle down the cat’s throat as throw the poor thing down the stairs.

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17 thoughts on “JD’s Microfiction #6: [Bigalo Sad] Child

  1. merrildsmith July 28, 2016 / 6:17 am

    Yikes, entrusting a child to Dr. Teagarten! I hope he escapes.

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  2. Jane Dougherty July 25, 2016 / 12:28 pm

    You want me to find nits? Scratch hard enough and there are always one or two.
    Second paragraph: ‘Bigalo and family set off’. The way the sentence is structured, it ought to be just Bigalo set off, or Bigalo set off with his family.
    Given the age and size of Bigalo, maybe ramming a rattle down the cat’s throat would be more within his possibilities than throwing it down the stairs?

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    • taleweavering July 25, 2016 / 1:55 pm

      Thanks Jane — you are so good at the finer details as well as the big picture. And yeah, tossing the cat did seem to be to much, given his age. I like the idea of ramming a rattle thanks!!!

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  3. Jane Dougherty July 25, 2016 / 2:55 am

    Oh bloody hell! I wasn’t expecting him to turn up! Flows very well with no glitches I can see, and the twist is unexpected and very worrying. Just one ambiguous phrase, when you say ‘like his sister Anthem had always been’ it sounds as though Anthem has passed on. I know that technically the tenses and grammar are correct, but there must be a way of phrasing it that doesn’t also imply that Anthem is no more.

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    • taleweavering July 25, 2016 / 12:04 pm

      I was writing a proper follow-up to last week’s gate painting by propelling the female human into the ancient woods through the imagery of the sad child, when BAM, Dr. Teagarten arrived, kidnapped Bigalo/Horatio and hijacked the story.

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