QueenElf

This is a complete re-write of an old story. I cut out a lot if the dead wood, so to speak. Thanks to everyone who suggested various alterations. Gordon had been afraid of the dark all of his life. Actually it was more a fear of the absence of light, but the doctor's had insisted it was the same thing. He'd been to see many over the years, psychiatrists, psychotherapists, hypnotists, even trying the alternate therapies such as acupuncture and herbalists. As a young child, his parents were called on to answer any questions that may give some insight into his condition. No, he had never been locked in a dark cupboard, hadn't got himself trapped in a cave or more bizarrely, had never seen a corpse by candlelight. By the age of ten, he'd been hooked up to various machines that tested for any abnormalities in the brain, but nothing ever come of it. He was given a prescription by a bored consultant who told his parents he was 'highly strung.'

A sort of prose/ poem. Greasy Joe. ^^^^^^^^^^^^ Kids can be cruel; it's a fact of life. But we never meant it Not to go so far Not to string you up Like the chickens. Greasy Joe, we called you that