Pictures of Lilly

Idea:
All of a sudden when a dog shows up at her place, it dons on a women that she gave birth one week ago. No one near her is willing to help her uncover this mystery as intense emotions and visual flashes grip her memory back to a time when she after a rape detaches herself from those she knew and find in a dying man life, love and solace. They find peace in each other’s arms accompanied by his dog and face their respective demons as he willingly dies of aids and she gives birth to the child conceived out of the traumatic experience a sect inflicted upon her and who in time found the pair and retrieved her and the baby. Placed her with the man who raped her by brain washing her into believing this was her life. One husband, no dog and especially no child.

Lilly is a young girl on the brink of womanhood, raised in a tight nit community. She understands that her life is in the hands of the leaders. It has always been this way her mom tells her and it will always be this way she acquiesces bitting her tongue. It’s been normal around here ever since she can remember. No one finds hardship within his or her tedious tasks. All happily grind away every day singing joyfully in unison. Everyone knows it’s her turn next to uncover mercies. She saw her best friend Oraya become peculiar after the ceremony.

A snap shot:
Lilly leans over the balcony of their apartment in downtown Topeka. She just finished washing a load of whites and is appending upon the clothesline underwear. She is dutiful and smiling and does not notice that some are generously bigger then others as she clips each one and rolls down the line across the back yard. Birds fly up in between the sheets and into the sky as a dog appears around the side and barks for her attention. She pays it no mind but bends down to retrieve the empty clothes bin. A sharp pain grips her mid section. She doubles in pain, one hand on the doorknob the other on her belly. The dog is still barking.

The door opens and in appears her husband Ten who hands her pills and a glass of water. Come inside love and sit by the T.V. She obeys still listening to the sound of the dog’s bark. Something familiar and overt defies her to turn around and take a look at the animal. Her husband rectifies his position by grabbing unto her arm spinning her sideways she takes a hold of the railing and smiles back through her teeth. Let me see this poor little dog. She can feel the pain grow and the fog permeating her conscience disappears. The dog stops barking when he sees her. She stares at it, her husband with one hand on her shoulder whispers comes inside. You see the dog stopped barking. All is well. She follows him inside. Sits by the T.V and swallows her pills in one gulp. Both the pain and the memory are gone. Ten is on the phone.