My name is Domino. Well, actually it's my nickname. Domino.
My mother always said I had a talent for setting up dominoes, anywhere, anytime. I live alone now. My mother is dead, as is my father. I never had siblings. I only have a friend named Larry. He doesn't like his name; he says it's a dumb common name.
Larry isn't really a close friend, I don't like him too much, and I only call him my friend because he keeps reminding me of his concern for me. I don't know who else would like either, he's my shrink after all. We will keep that between you, my drawings and myself. He never has to know
It's 12:00 a.m. Early, I guess, but I've gotten an idea for a drawing. Maybe a portrait of Larry, but not as he is now. Perhaps as a bus driver, or some other mundane thing.
Larry will call soon. He always does since he knows that I wake up at twelve every morning to sketch and paint. He never talks long. Just enough to check on me.
I don't know why, but they think I'm insane. It's totally stupid. My drawings agree with me, they always do. They are the only ones who understand what it's like for me
My apartment is a mess, Larry says. I don't care, I like it that way. My drawings do as well.
The phone is ringing. It's Larry, if I don't pick up now, he'll send the police over later.
The phone rings and I know it has to be Larry. I'm afraid if I don't answer now he will send the police over later, so I have to pick up.
'Domino, it's Larry. How are you feeling?'
' Of course I'm fine, isn't that right kitty?' I looked down at my drawing, a cat with Larry's head. I rubbed my finger over it's tummy and imagined it purring up at me.
'Domino, do you want to tell me who Kitty is?'
'My newest drawing. Do you want to come see him later?'
'I'll come over if you will clean up.....'
'I don't want to clean up for you Larry, I'd rather you just didn't come over at all.'
'Don't change your mind Dom.'
'You can't decide for me Larry, Kitty says the mess is fine! Everyone else agrees, why can't you!?'
I began to weep, Larry has this way of causing me horrible mood swings.
'I'm going to go Larry.'
'Before you go, have you been going outside more-'
I hung up. I hate talking to Larry, I wish he would just disappear.
Kitty's head has been erased. It's now the head of my mother. She was beautiful. I'm sure she is now. I could go check, but I don't want to go outside.
Plus, Larry would be angry if I dug up my mother's grave. Again.