Two Sisters Fail to Die Tragically in Freak Accident


This could have been the end. But the good little girl who wanted to star in the
movie hadn’t figured out how to adequately anger her smug and admirable parents. She
hadn’t learned to be naughty. She hadn’t requested enough suffering. She hadn’t grown
So in went the bad juice and out went the good juice. But the good little girl’s
parents didn’t even notice.
So she escalated. She hadn’t realized suffering could be so easily invited. Was
she starting something inevitable?
In the ranch movie inside the good little girl’s head, the good little girl was riding
ponies and eating cotton candy and playing hide and seek with the lambs and cheating at
strip poker with the ranch hands. But in the ranch movie that was inside her mother’s
head, she was whitewashing the gleam in her father’s watchful eye.
And in the ranch movie that was inside God’s head, there was a great big flood and
a lot of suffering and lots of drowned animals and lost people, except for the ones that
were supposed to be learning a lesson for future generations.
And that was too many movies and too many confusing messages for the good
little girl, so in went the ranch hands and out came the baby and soon the great flood of
’74 was making its own kind of history. The good little girl wasn’t mentioned by name
(not the real one), but finally she had starred in all the suffering she desired. Which left
(meanwhile, on the very same ranch), her sister, the bad little girl, to complete the
confusions of parental oversight by turning out (suspiciously) well.
And if both sisters hadn’t failed to die horrible deaths in a runaway train and
expensive little foreign sports car accident on the only lonely country road in the heavily
urbanized county, they could have been the inspiration for the famous story upon which
the timeless movie could have been based.
And then we would have to figure out who was really lying.
And then we would have to figure out if we believed it.
And that could have been the beginning.

Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.