![]() ![]() The Head strained as it formed its unpracticed speech with its lipless mouth. “You would, obviously,” she said, “but why are you in my toilet? And why are you calling me ‘mother’?” “I call myself the Head,” the Head replied. Its strained speech mixed with the gurgling of a person drowning, making it difficult to understand. The crushed mound beneath was meant to be its nose. Two slits for eyes so narrow that she couldn’t tell if its eyes were open or closed. It was about two-thirds the size of an adult’s head and resembled a lump of carelessly slapped-together yellow and gray clay, with a few scattered clumps of wet hair. It was probably more accurate to refer to it as “a thing that vaguely looks like a head” than an actual head. She stayed her hand and looked down at the head in the toilet. The head sputtered, “N-no, just a minute-" The head disappeared in a rush of water.Ī few days later, she met the head again in the bathroom. There was a head popping out of the toilet, calling for her. ![]()
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