F.K. Preston's Blog: Writing About Nothing

The new book in the Man Called Nothing Series will be released later today on Amazon Kindle! Look out for it. The name is: Goodbye, Mr. Nothing.

A death in reverse is the rewinding of life. I do not die of old age,
in a bed surrounded by strangers my loved ones paid to take care of me.
I die in reverse.
I die falling back
into a younger age.
From my forty-five years to twenty-five.
To sixteen. When we were in love.
To fourteen: when we first met.
To five.
To one.
To the hospital my mother died at
from the complications of my existence.
A life for a life.
I never knew my mother. But I recall her now.
She was too young to be having any kind of birth. Her body knew this. Her circumstances took advantage of the tragedy.
Took her blood and killed for it.
A life for a life.
I see her face.
The doctors think I cry because newborns weep.
But I cry for my poor mother. Who died having me.
Died having a child she would never see.
A child she should have never had.
Time is reversing. I’m in her womb. It’s warm but loud. I hear her fighting.
I hear her surviving.
I’m the size of her delicate hands when they clench.
Her family just cast her away.
She’s walking down a road. She doesn’t know I’m growing within her.
Like a parasite.
She doesn’t know.
How could she have ever wanted me if she didn’t even know?
My poor, lovely mother.
She lived alone and died alone. Where is she now?
A life for a life.