"The darkness tucks me in so I don't get too cold, kissing my forehead and telling me to have sweet dreams. I never do. Shame, isn't it?"
Clara doesn't know how long she's been at the Castle, she just knows that her Dear Husband will be there soon to take her home now that she's all better. As she waits for her darling, her friendship with silent and tortured Frankie grows, just as her friendship with her doctor blossoms. Life for her at the Castle has been well. If you don't count the dark days that she shoves from her memory.
1962 follows a young woman's unstable mind as she finally comes face to face with her horrible memories -- and the heartbreaking reason she ended up in a mental hospital in the prime of her life. This psychological short story takes you on a dark journey, leaving you breathless and inquisitive until the very last page.
I've read both of these author's short stories now. And boy... they're dark.
This story, set in a mental institution in 1962, is no different.
I read this on a whim (thanks Kindle Unlimited) and I'm so glad I discovered it. It's gothic, it's full of characters I actually cared about in a short time. That's rare, considering this is a short story in itself.
The kind of cool thing about this short story is there's no "bad" guy around. No evil person. It's a take on the mental instability of the patients here, told from the POV of Clara, who's mental illness stemmed from her tragic past.
A great little story to read and actually make you think. And such a different form of storytelling than I'm used to.