Picture it and write: Stacking
Hi there! This is my offering for this week’s picture it and write for Ermilia’s blog here. Once again; the picture is not mine, I only use it for inspiration. Anyway; Enjoy!
I barely had time to lift my teacup off the saucer when Kirsty grabbed it from my lap and added to the others that she had grabbed from the rest of us. We all looked at the little six year old as she placed them in order of size on the table and then at her parents. Their eyes were a mixture of concern and resignation. This did not seem in anyway unusual to them.
We were all too much in shock to do anything before Kirsty then started taking the teacups off us, pouring the contents on the floor and stacking them on top of the saucers. At this one of the other guests, a tall man called Jason from accounts stood up and marched over to the pile muttering, “What kind of place is this?” and went to grab back his cup.
The second he touched it, Kirsty started to scream. It wasn’t like anything any of us had heard before, it was a shrill, piercing sound that drilled right into the back of your skull. Jason put back the cup and backed away. Kirsty immediately stopped screaming and started to adjust the stack of crockery. She began talking in a low voice, so low you could barely hear it, “All in order and everything in it’s place. All in order and everything in it’s place.”
“We’re so very, very sorry!” Kirsty’s mother said, tears in her eyes “She gets like this sometimes. Stacking or arranging or whatever else gets her fancy. You can’t stop her, she’ll scream like that or worse. We have talked to many doctors, no one can even tell us what it is, let alone how to stop it. It can be so hard sometimes.”
On unspoken consent I think we all agreed that then was the time to leave. Not much was said except of Kirsty’s constant mantra. The last I saw she had beheaded one of the roses that Sam from HR had brought with her and placed the flower in the topmost cup.