“What we’ve got here is a failure to communicate,” Aaron said as he reached up with a pair of scissors and attempted to cut the cord that his parents were using in their vain attempt to communicate with one another.
Aaron was cursed with this recurring dream ever since his parents got divorced. The three of them were in the water of a shallow lake. His parents were sitting on wooden chairs facing in opposite directions. He was in between them, crouched down inside a wooden barrel. They were holding tin cans next to their ears with a piece of rope connecting the cans. It reminded him of a walkie-talkie experiment that he and his friends tried when he was younger. It never really worked, but they liked to pretend it did.
Just as Aaron’s parents pretended to be talking with one another. But instead, they were talking to one another, neither listening, both talking, and not really saying much at all.
Aaron believed that his parents’ break up was his fault, that he was responsible for cutting the lines of communications between the two of them, just as he was doing in the dream. But that, of course, was not the reality.
Aaron tried to postpone falling asleep each night, but when sleep finally overtook him, he once again found himself sitting, scissors in hand, in the barrel in the lake between his opposite facing parents.
Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Nicolas Bruno.