by Max Hardy
Jacob blinks again, and then his eyes move, the whole ball, his gaze darting between Rebecca and me. His timorous lips start to curl up at the edges into a subtle smile, as a brightness fills his glistening eyes.
‘T...’ he spits through dry lips.
‘For fucks sake, he’s trying to speak!’ Rebecca screams.
‘They…’ he got out, his tongue snaking out and licking his lips.
‘Go easy son. You might want to talk, but you may not be able to yet. You’ve never used those vocal cords before.’
‘They put pennies…’ he continues.
Rebecca is shaking me furiously, her excitedly mesmerised glare stares at Jacob’s enlivening features, before she turns to me. ‘He’s becoming a real boy John!’ she whispers.
All I can do is nod, sobbing uncontrollably.
‘They put pennies on my eyes the last time I died, to keep the evil spirits out. It didn’t work.’
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