Little puppet: I’m dead and gone


It was dead and gone for we’ve “been travelin’ on this road too long“.  He climbed the stairs licking his rum-filled tiki mug leaving the rooms behind. He put down the worn-out, tattered puppet.

Besides the puppet his DNA resided nowhere anymore. He had built up the place to the point he no longer fit in but the puppet ruled.

The bird was so abysmal as was everything else.  He put on his jacket, reached for the doorknob and looked back.

“Don’t leave me” said the bird.

“Little puppet, I’ve been dead and gone for a long time now”


© Luther Siler

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