One Day and One Amazing Morning on Orange Street

One Day and One Amazing Morning on Orange Street — page 9
usual and that’s how Ali had found the ancient cookie cookie tin The gruesome discovery was inside that tin a head It was a doll’s head not a human one but still Its face was cracked all over its hair and one eyeball were missing but it was still smiling faintly despite its bad luck Ali put a few fingers in its poor little skull making it dance for Edgar like a puppet Hey kid What’s your name Will you play with me Ali asked in a squeaky voice But Edgar didn’t answer Ali’s questions like he used to He didn’t ask his own questions either It used to be Why Why Why all day long And he used to say his name and he knew all the letters of the alphabet alphabet and the names of a whole rainbow of colors Even turquoise Even fuchsia And words Lots of words So smart and only two and a half years old everyone used to say Edgar himself would shout I’m fart And of course everyone would fall down laughing Edgar laughing harder than everyone else Just laughing and laughing and laughing But Edgar’s words and Edgar’s laugh had disappeared ever since he’d gone into the hospital two months ago returning home silent and pale