Head Case


“Oh Daddy, Billy shouted. “Come look at this! Hurry!”

Alex came running over to his son to see what had him so excited.

“What is it, Daddy?” Billy wanted to know.

“I’m not sure, Son,” Alex responded. “If only it could talk, it could tell us its story.”

Both Alex and Billy were startled when the head looked at the two of them and asked in a kindly voice, “What would you like to know?”

“Cool!” exclaimed Billy.

“Holy shit,” said Alex.

“Not in front of the boy,” scolded the head.

“What are you?” Alex asked, holding Billy by the shoulder and moving him slightly back from the museum display case.

The head smiled, “I’m a head case.”

“A head case as in a crazy person?” Alex asked.

“Oh no,” responded the head. “I am what I appear to be, a head that resides in a case.”

“Where’s the rest of you?” asked Billy.

“Oh, it’s all in my head,” the head answered.

“Do you have a name?” Billy wanted to know?

“It’s Hedwig Lamarr,” the head responded. “But my friends just call me Hedy.”

this post was written for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction.