Flesh Wounds of the Mind - Kenneth Edward Barnes - Bog

The Day of Blood! The blood! All the blood! That's what always enters my mind first. It's that time when you're not quite awake, yet not asleep. Your brain is trying to snap you out of sleep and bring you back to reality-the reality that another day has dawned. It's no longer yesterday; it's tomorrow. You're no longer a part of yesterday, but your yesterdays are always there-always with you. And as for tomorrow-well, tomorrow never really comes either. It's all relative. But that's what seizes you and twists you and hurts you the most, it was a relative. But not just any relative-it was my mother! It was not a crime of passion, but of cold calculated planning. Yes, planning to destroy the one that loved her-destroy the one that fathered her children. And the children? There was no thought as to how this act would affect them. All that mattered to her was to be free. To be free of the responsibility of being a wife and mother, free to pursue happiness, no matter what the cost. This is that story-a story of an obsession. It's a story so cold and callous that there are no words that can adequately describe it. A story about a person who will commit an act that would shatter lives and leave a child with flesh wounds of the mind-wounds that would last a lifetime.