Tuesday, December 1, 2009

The Child


There is a child in a hospital in Decard, Tennessee.

The child is a quiet toddler that remains in the nursery with all the other newborns.

If you ask the staff, they will ignore you, but the tag on his arm is antiquated and yellowed, clearly made in the late 1940's or there abouts.

He will not cry, only rock quietly.

If you speak the name on his tag, his eyes will open, something you don't want to happen.

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