Lost

“We have to stop daddy! “, Julie urges.

” Ever since mom’s death  , sculpting has been his life-force. Won’t it be cruel to ask him to stop?”Rishon suggests.

“But,why this unnatural obsession with aliens ?” Julie retorts.

“He read it somewhere and now believes in the hypothesis that “life” was contaminated to Earth from Mars, many billion years ago. Perhaps, that explains his passion with sculpting aliens.”

” What were  you saying about him taking rounds at night, talking to the inanimate beings?”

“He had said it’s only the deer that he talks to. He prays to his kind for protection,” Rishon responds.

” Really? I have always seen him speak  of Paganism with derision”, Julie utters, lost in thoughts.

“You know he never sells them . He only gives his creations as presents  and donations. But what really bothers me is his aloofness. ” Rishon relays.

“Hmmm. Rishon, I am taking  an appointment with the Psychologist Dr.Roy . I hope it isn’t  too late .”

Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers, based on this week’s photo prompt . Thanks to priceless joy for hosting the challenge.

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Mark with @any1mark66. Thank you Mark!

 

 

 

 

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